I spent basic training in Ft. Benning, GA. A guy learned to check the ground before pitching a tent. Ants may come, but it didn't make much sense of pitching a tent on a nest.
On the subject of wasps, we were doing some training out in the woods when this one fellow from SC (this guy was true hillbilly, he once told me he dated his cousin) somehow got a wasp nest caught between his leg and his gas mask case. He was running around, doing gyrations, and flailing his arms in the air. Naturally, our drill sargeants were less than impressed and proceded to verbally reprimand this individual. To which this hillbilly responded "I got bees on me drill sargeant!"
He eventually was able to rid himself of the nest, but by that time the whole platoon was rolling with laughter.