My parents' place has what can only be(e) described as a bee infestation. You know how folks were saying that all the bees had disappeared. Well, they're at my parents' place in East Hampton having a grand old time. The odd thing--at least to this city slicker--is that the fuckers are living in holes in the lawn(!). Is that normal? The first two holes I blasted with hornet/wasp deadly poison, then put a shovel full of dirt over the hole "entrances." They didn't seem to like that much, but the deadly poison seemed to keep them in check, and the activity around those holes ceased.
The next day I found another beewaspnesthole in the damn lawn. This one seemed even more active. But I was out of bee deadly poison, so I decided to flood their hole (while giggling of course). I would have used gasoline but I was afraid. Anyway, after what I thought was sufficient flooding, I then did the old close up the hole trick. Perhaps they had a meeting the night before because they were ready this time and one of them got me good. I later noticed that the small spade/shovel I was using was hollow, I think (certainly not HC-certified). My theory is that a ninja bee sneaked up that damn shovel and injected me with poison right down into my thumb bone. I jumped up and down, howling in pain, shrieking obscenities in front of 4 children. I slammed down the stupid out of spec shovel, whined to my wife, and put ice on my thumb. Then I had a beer and watched roughly 300,000 bees claim the shovel as their own.
I won a battle. And I definitely lost the war.