It’s beginning to rain, rain, rain – hear the voice of the father,
Saying whosoever will come and drink from the water,
I will pour out my spirit on my sons and my daughters,
If you’re thirsty and dry, lift your hands to the sky,
It’s beginning to rain…
Weapon of Choice: 1969 Royal Sabre.
Had to come down here anyway to nuke a nest full of Yellowjackets that had taken residence over the summer months. I had to plan the attack for when they were snoozy and all cold and ensconsed therein. Soaked that sucker down with some Magnum-powered nerve toxin, and some 40+ of them nasty yellow devils dropped out like wet rocks. The dragon is slain!
“The Only Good Bug is a Dead Bug!” – Would You Like To Know More?
Actually, it turned out to be 55 of them, plus one bee caught in the crossfire.