Woke up to a buzzing noise

I was putting up a tripod stand for my dad years back, he's permanently disabled, and had a lovely encounter with a yellow jacket nest under a water oak.

I wound up with probably 40-50 on my back and a few on my neck. My back looked like I layed on a bed of rusty nails and one of those fat swamp lizard cheerleaders jumped on me.

I came back with multiple layers of clothing, a can of gas, and a box of matches. My dad whacked a good buck out of the stand a week later.
 
RazzlDazzl said:
I was putting up a tripod stand for my dad years back, he's permanently disabled, and had a lovely encounter with a yellow jacket nest under a water oak.

I wound up with probably 40-50 on my back and a few on my neck. My back looked like I layed on a bed of rusty nails and one of those fat swamp lizard cheerleaders jumped on me.

I came back with multiple layers of clothing, a can of gas, and a box of matches. My dad whacked a good buck out of the stand a week later.
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You don't know his "yellow jacket nest" story, do you? @mizzoufalcon
 
RazzlDazzl said:
I was putting up a tripod stand for my dad years back, he's permanently disabled, and had a lovely encounter with a yellow jacket nest under a water oak.

I wound up with probably 40-50 on my back and a few on my neck. My back looked like I layed on a bed of rusty nails and one of those fat swamp lizard cheerleaders jumped on me.

I came back with multiple layers of clothing, a can of gas, and a box of matches. My dad whacked a good buck out of the stand a week later.
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He said tripod...

heh, heh.
 
RazzlDazzl said:
Spill the beans assholes.

I've got beer to drink and research to do on a transmission tune.

For the record, transgender popped up first searching transmission.

Damn phone has a dick on top and a pussy underneath.
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So I was outside mowing the lawn when I got swarmed by a handful of the little bastards. Immediately I head inside because I’m not fighting a surprise attack. After a while I go back out and investigate to find a hive that had been built in a hole in the ground. A good five or six dozen of the angry demons coming and going. This is an invasion of my sovereign land. War has been declared. I got out there with spray and a lighter. Let’s burn these fuckers to the ground. That only seemed to make them mad. So I wait for nightfall. While the enemy sleeps I pour a gallon of bleach and a gallon of ammonia into the hole. Now, was I aware of how deadly that can be for people? No. Once both liquids had been poured in I sealed the hole with bricks and went inside, dizzy but satisfied that I gassed every single one of them back to the pits of hell from which they came.

The next day I go out to the front yard. No yellow jackets. Eat shit you flying abominations!

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Then I realize I still have to mow the back yard. I had been sidetracked with a war I didn’t start but damn sure finished.

I walk back there and a swarm of thousands and I do mean thousands are flying around with murder in their tiny little bug hearts.

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This calls for backup. I call an exterminator. He shows up and says to me, “Alright let’s see what we’re dealing with here.” He walks to the backyard. Says nothing. Turns around, walks back to his truck and gets back inside. He leaves and returns later in a hazmat suit with a fire hose of poison and the battle begins.

This poor son of a bitch is out there spraying all over the place with no rhyme or reason just trying to get to the main hive which is built into the wooden railroad ties that I use around the flower bed. This goes on for what seems like the whole day. I’m watching from the window and can see these black and yellow kamikazes flying right into the fog trying to get this guy. By the time it was over there were so many bodies scattered around the yard that you could literally sweep them up into a pile and hide a football behind it.

I took a few stings and swelled up pretty good. Couldn’t walk for a couple of days my legs were so big. In the end, they fought hard but they all fell.

Those creatures are not from this world. You’ll never convince me otherwise.

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mizzoufalcon said:
So I was outside mowing the lawn when I got swarmed by a handful of the little bastards. Immediately I head inside because I’m not fighting a surprise attack. After a while I go back out and investigate to find a hive that had been built in a hole in the ground. A good five or six dozen of the angry demons coming and going. This is an invasion of my sovereign land. War has been declared. I got out there with spray and a lighter. Let’s burn these fuckers to the ground. That only seemed to make them mad. So I wait for nightfall. While the enemy sleeps I pour a gallon of bleach and a gallon of ammonia into the hole. Now, was I aware of how deadly that can be for people? No. Once both liquids had been poured in I sealed the hole with bricks and went inside, dizzy but satisfied that I gassed every single one of them back to the pits of hell from which they came.

The next day I go out to the front yard. No yellow jackets. Eat shit you flying abominations!

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Then I realize I still have to mow the back yard. I had been sidetracked with a war I didn’t start but damn sure finished.

I walk back there and a swarm of thousands and I do mean thousands are flying around with murder in their tiny little bug hearts.

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This calls for backup. I call an exterminator. He shows up and says to me, “Alright let’s see what we’re dealing with here.” He walks to the backyard. Says nothing. Turns around, walks back to his truck and gets back inside. He leaves and returns later in a hazmat suit with a fire hose of poison and the battle begins.

This poor son of a bitch is out there spraying all over the place with no rhyme or reason just trying to get to the main hive which is built into the wooden railroad ties that I use around the flower bed. This goes on for what seems like the whole day. I’m watching from the window and can see these black and yellow kamikazes flying right into the fog trying to get this guy. By the time it was over there were so many bodies scattered around the yard that you could literally sweep them up into a pile and hide a football behind it.

I took a few stings and swelled up pretty good. Couldn’t walk for a couple of days my legs were so big. In the end, they fought hard but they all fell.

Those creatures are not from this world. You’ll never convince me otherwise.

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When my cut finger quits throbbing so damn much I'll post about my greatest victory over those little flying spawns of satan.
 
The flying spawns of satan as @RazzlDazzl so eloquently calls them didn't last long in my yard after I declared war, all 3 hives got gas dumped down them and lit. Damn things stung the hell out of my daughter and her friend. Spawns of satan they are.
 
Copejunkie said:
The flying spawns of satan as @RazzlDazzl so eloquently calls them didn't last long in my yard after I declared war, all 3 hives got gas dumped down them and lit. Damn things stung the hell out of my daughter and her friend. Spawns of satan they are.
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Yeah, I ran over a hive once many years ago with my lawn mower. I let them have it. It sat there for a week before I went back and salvaged it. Spawns of satan, indeed.
 
Fuck it, I've self medicated and have a cute bandaid on my cut thumb. I went full Vlad the Impaler on one nest.

After being stung on a finger and learning for the second time I had developed an allergy to these things, and three attempts to burn them out, I had enough. I had to run 75 yards to the shed and grab a pair of wire cutters to cut the gold FSU ring from my rapidly swelling finger given to me by my mother.

I waited for a colder morning, packed the hole with ice, covered it with plywood and cylinder blocks and waited. Once the ice had melted, I put the pump sprayer full of gas down there, lit 'em, then opened a beer and lit a cigarette.

Curiosity got the best of me. When I dug up the nest it was the size of a dinner table.
 
RazzlDazzl said:
Fuck it, I've self medicated and have a cute bandaid on my cut thumb. I went full Vlad the Impaler on one nest.

After being stung on a finger and learning for the second time I had developed an allergy to these things, and three attempts to burn them out, I had enough. I had to run 75 yards to the shed and grab a pair of wire cutters to cut the gold FSU ring from my rapidly swelling finger given to me by my mother.

I waited for a colder morning, packed the hole with ice, covered it with plywood and cylinder blocks and waited. Once the ice had melted, I put the pump sprayer full of gas down there, lit 'em, then opened a beer and lit a cigarette.

Curiosity got the best of me. When I dug up the nest it was the size of a dinner table.
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Kill'em all and let Gog sort'em out!
 
Sorry that happened to you bro.

My cousin actually has a full hive (controlled) in his pole barn. It is cool it is one of those that have the plastic fronts so you can see into the hive and watch them do their thing. It is pretty therapeutic to sit and watch the 'controlled chaos'
 
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