I've never been sprayed by anything, to my knowledge, but everything else, yes. The most memorable time I got stung was when I was about 14 and went on a cycle ride to a castle with my brother one Sunday afternoon. We were having a picnic, among lots of other people, when I heard a buzzing sound and got stung on my upper arm. Then I got stung again, under my arm. It was then I realised that the wasp was *inside* my blouse. I started running around, flapping my arms and squealing, getting stung another couple of times. I ended up having to take my top off in front of all those strangers - who were all staring at me agog. --- I've been chased, and pecked, by swans because I was beside a river and got too close to their nest by accident. Swans are pretty scary birds when they're angry. I don't recommend it. I've also been pecked by parrots. We had a parrot for years when I was growing up and he had a mortal fear of cardboard boxes and ladders (yes, ladders). If he saw either - even outside! - he'd go into a blind panic and crash into you trying to get out of the room. He wasn't the brightest bird. Once, the window cleaner had been (always a terrifying experience) and we searched the house high and low trying to find him. Hours later, we heard a noise coming from upstairs. He was inside one of those ball paper lantern light shades. Another time he was sitting on the shower head in the bathroom. I went to an aviary once with my mother. On the entrance door there was a poster with the picture of a parrot saying, "please beware of this bird". We were in there less than a minute and the aforementioned parrot spotted my mother and decided there was something about her he didn't like. He made a beeline for her, flapping all around her head, claws out. We had to fight him off and run out. I had peck marks on my arm, and my mother had claw marks on her head. The man who ran the place gave us first aid. We laugh about it now.