Knock before entering

I help my Aunt toss a large door on a pile. We tip the behemoth, beneath, barren ground emphasizes a quarter sized hole.
She rushes past, as bumblebees shoot up.
Running, as a large swarm covers their den. One bee closes ranks. 5 inches, 4, 3, 2, 1, no escape, I turn my head forward as the bee latches ahold of my earlobe, I stop in my tracks. Swinging the bee rides to and fro, as the ride ends it leaves leading the others back. Shocked and amazed I am just thankful to escape unscathed.