|
One of only a few traumatic incidents I recall from my childhood (5 y.o. at the time) was getting my ass lit up by wasps after following our neighbor's cat behind some of our shrubbery. There was a nest pretty deep into the foliage that my parents never saw. About a dozen stings on my back. My screaming had every one of our neighbors bolting out their doors towards my house to investigate the commotion. Terrified my mom pretty good.
So yeah, eff 'em. Cans of poison, then knock it down. After that you can burn it too, just for fun.
|