I was eating some chicken outside. A yellow jacket buzzed around. So I held a little teeny-tiny piece of it for it. Things seem to be okay; but then I felt it. Was it a sting or was it a bite? Maybe it mistook my thumb for some of the chicken—chicken is often greasy. It wasn’t really painful, but I decided it wore out it’s welcome, so I probably flicked it away. I don’t think I ever saw it again. ​ At another time, a few came through my window. So I put some syrup on a cap to see what will happen. A few more flew in. They drank it up—they sure seem to like syrup a lot. I guess after they had their fill, the flew away—“buzzed off” if you will.