For those of you that have read RT's "fly" episode, you will get the jist of the title.

While minding my own business today, I decided to do a little yard work. Hummm, the bushes look a little overgrown. Maybe I should trim them. WRONG ANSWER!!!

Seems I go ahead and get out the hedge trimmer and start to knock off a few of the twigs that are a might to long.{6 inches to a foot too long). Well, out of no where what feels like a red hot railroad spike goes crashing into the top of my head. Right top dead center. Seems that while trimming and without even knowing it, I hit a bee's nest. Never saw it coming. I guess I am lucky that I didn't get got by the entire hive. Guess they cut me a break.
Boy, did they screw up. After applying a generous amount of Dawn dishwashing liquid to the sting,(draws out the stinger and greatly reduces the pain) I return to my shop near the offending nest. It is then that I discover what had got me. About a 100 bees swarming around the nest. Idiots should have run and hid. Guess they still don't know who they are dealing with. They don't know my track record.( I am the exterminator who single-handedly quashed the 1988 cricket infestation of Camarillo, Ca. Look it up. It was in the local paper. I was Mr. Hydrex.) But they soon found out.

Out came my trusty arsenal of multiple pesticides.
Armed to the teeth I proceeded back to the nest. These buggers were gonna pay. And pay they did. First, an aerosol of pyrethren to knock down their aerial assualt. They dropped left and right. They had about as much chance as the fighters did in Independence Day. With their fighters out of the way I turned to my main weapon. A one gallon sprayer containing a VERY concentrated mixture of Diaziznon and dursban. With plenty of pressure I decimated their little city. Hit with the entire gallon those little buggers never stood a chance.

I only hope that at least one got away tho. That way he can spread the word that to use their puny weapons on me is a mistake thay should NEVER make again.