... Hm, that did give me an idea for a scene-setting detail of a high fantasy novel, though. Prepare to be dazzled.
In a land of dragons and magic and castles, brewing intoxicants for commoners is quite illegal, upon penalty of castration. But everybody does it anyway, because, woo hoo, intoxicants. Once you get caught & snipped, however, the nobles allow you to continue brewing for the rest of your life, as long as it's in their service, because they always need booze for feasts & festivals.
So you have this small army of hardcore brewer-eunuchs tied to each royal house. Which royal houses, by the way, are constantly at war with each other.
One day, one of the brewer-eunuchs gets this idea that they could train their bees -- did I mention they keep bees too? Because of mead, duh. -- to fly in formation and attack on command. It takes a lot of patience to do this, but what else are the brewer-eunuchs going to do during the long lulls of boredom on brew day? (note: they have apprentices to do all the cleaning and grunt tasks, so the brewer-eunuchs basically just sit around drinking beer until they need to get off their butts to add hops, turn the knob to drain the wort, etc.)
After many years, the bee-training brewer-eunuch manages to get them to fly in close formation. Close enough to be able to carry the brewer-eunuchs across the land. Hilarity ensues.
Nobles are always standing on their balconies, gazing out across their lands, perhaps cackling evilly every few minutes. One day, the local ruler is standing & gazing, and they see this bee-borne brewer-eunuch flying in the distance. As he gets closer, the noble sees that ... YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO BUY THE BOOK
which I am never going to write