Back when I was a kid my dad kept bees, he bought our bee suit coveralls from a place called Elza Gate salvage, the "gate" being the former guarded entrance to the atomic bomb facility in Oak Ridge Tn. He didn't pay more than 50 cents for coveralls, this was in the late 50s.
I was a Boy Scout at the time, I wanted to earn beekeeping merit badge which required me to rob a hive on my own. I donned my complete bee suit, coveralls, hood, gloves, I used my smoker to calm the bees and took the top off the hive. I soon found out why the coveralls were only 50 cents, the pair I had chosen had a small hole in the crotch. In a matter of seconds 13 bees found that hole and charged into it with a vengeance. Once inside they all found an inviting target and stung in unison, all 13 of them.
I imaging this must have been an amusing sight, quite similar a bowlegged cowboy riding an angry bull along with all the bucking and gyrations except I did it without the bull.
Needless to say I abandoned my plans for the merit badge that day, I ran by the hive, tossed the top back on and took off for the house leaving a trail of beekeeping garb and finally the bargain basement coveralls in my wake.
A week or so later after the swelling went down I robbed the hive and completed the project, in a different pair of coveralls of course.