A large bee landed on the back of my neck when I was a little boy, and my dad swatted it off. He's called me Beezer ever since...going on 50 years now.
Because of my height and deadpan expression I got called Lurch quite a bit growing up......didn't bother me a bit and I've been called a heck of a lot worse.
When I went into the Navy, shipmates who were from southern states called me "Slim" because I was skinny. The northerners called me "Willy" after a notorious bank robber who had the same last name.