One of the pitfalls of living in the stix outside Gnashville, are the fucking yellow jackets.
Have been attacked several times in the past 7 years while doing yardwork.
Actually, yardwork with powertools. Lawn mowers, weed eaters.....and this evening, a leaf blower!
Motherfuckers build nests in the ground, or in cracks and crevices of dead trees, etc.
Had used a weed eater to cut grass and weeds near my front porch steps. Somehow did not bother them, nor did I see any. Then, after awhile, walked up there and was blasting the step area with a leaf blower to clear away all the debris. Suddenly saw a dark flash in front of my eyes, and felt a sting dead center on my upper lip. Ran like hell for a moment. Crept back towards the porch, and saw an angry mob of them buzzing around the steps. Seems they had built a nest inside the steps (made of wood), and there was a crack on the side that was their main entry.
Snuck around to the other end of the porch, crossed over to the end where my faithful four-legged son Buddy was watching me intently. Got him inside. Snuck back out, and went to my storage shed, and got one of those spray cans of wasp and hornet killer that sprays 25 feet. Then, I got in my SUV, and with the windows up, I rolled up directly in front of the steps. Rolled my drivers side window down just a couple of inches, and murdered several hundred of those goddamned fuckers. By the time I was done, I had sprayed directly into the entry crack, and there were no more of them to be seen.
Waited awhile, then murdered the stragglers.
Somewhere in Hell, a bunch of yellow jackets are stinging Adolph Hitler right now.
*sigh*
Came back in, took a couple of ibuprofen gel caps, and am working on a mug of ice water to reduce the swelling.
Tomorrow at the slave pit, I expect commentary from my co-workers.
One of my crowning achievements in the war on these fuckers came one day when I was taking a break from yardwork, and was sitting on the pavement of my driveway. I happened to glance over to an area of yard near my burn pile, which I had not gotten to yet with the lawn mower. I saw them busily flying into and out of a hole in the ground.
So, following my standard scorched Earth policy, I dumped a bunch of gasoline down the hole, then tossed a smoke bomb on it from ten feet away.
WOOSH!
Flames 15 feet tall. Yellow jackets flying into the flames and crashing to the ground.
When I encounter these fuckers, I become a genocidal maniac who shows no mercy.
DIE YELLOW JACKETS DIE! Mwuhahahahahah.
Fuckers!