At our first house we had a big tree that interestingly enough, half would produce Apples and half would produce Pears . it use to yield so many that most of them would fall to the ground and rot.
The bees use to love them, as the pears rotted would turn to alcohol and the bees would get drunk buzz around fall to the ground, then try to fly again. It was very funny.
Until of course a bee will say something , a wasp will tell him to buzz off and fights will inevitably brake out. Nothing worst than a bunch of drunken wasps and bees.