Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
Bram StokerThen a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. The sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass, a wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night.
Bram Stoker