A bee suit and a few cans of foaming wasp and hornet killer.
Raised the lid on my old 150 that had been sitting in the barn Friday and was greeted with a similar bunch of the bastards. Got popped twice before I got out. Walked in my honey room, put the suit on and went and lit'em up.
It's kind of unusual to have them nesting that close to my hives without me having seen some sign of them before then.
What you think about, you do ... what you do, you become.
In a nation where anything goes ... eventually, everything will. We're almost there.
