Bee Devil - or - Be'd Evil
Whichever you prefer.
Graphite in my lucky Strathmore Sketchbook. It was part of my series dealing with childhood issues... I was scared to death of bees. My dad kept honey bees in the backyard, which would occasionally sting when stepped upon, but the hornets and bumblebees in the shed out back were merciless. The could sting repeatedly and pursue you as you ran.
I hated going in that shed for any reason - except in winter.
digital work done in Photoshop with my Cintiq - Click to enlarge