OMG! It was pure INSANITY!
I'm sitting here, reading through the forum, then all of a sudden I hear, bzzzzzzzzzzzz, bzzzzzzzzzzzz, bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. I blow it off, and then it gets louder and louder and louder....
Well I turn on my halogen and all of a sudden, like a bat out of hell, a flying fleet of yellow jackets STORM the Halogen like candy to a kid. I kid you not, there were over 50 of these things!
I quickly run out of my room, close the door and go looking for the "killemall" spray. When I get back into my room, there is smoke POURING from the top of my Halogen. These morons decided they wanted to meet their god today! At least a few of them anyhow.
So I put on my longsleeve, pants and a hat to prepare for combat. I burst back into my room, slam the door and begin freakishly spazzing out and spraying like a madman! Eventually I killed off the bulk of them and managed to get a couple dozen out through the windows. Whew! What a moment!
THEN, the process began, looking for their home! And sure enough, what do I find, but a hole in the ceiling. These rat turds decided they wanted to live in my ceiling. Well I got them! Spray, spray, spray away! Once they stop coming out I will patch the hole and rip in through the roof to get the rest.
The bad part is I suffer from Apiphobia or Melissophobia (whichever you prefer). This is a phobia of bees!
Go Figure!
-Chris
I'm sitting here, reading through the forum, then all of a sudden I hear, bzzzzzzzzzzzz, bzzzzzzzzzzzz, bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. I blow it off, and then it gets louder and louder and louder....
Well I turn on my halogen and all of a sudden, like a bat out of hell, a flying fleet of yellow jackets STORM the Halogen like candy to a kid. I kid you not, there were over 50 of these things!
I quickly run out of my room, close the door and go looking for the "killemall" spray. When I get back into my room, there is smoke POURING from the top of my Halogen. These morons decided they wanted to meet their god today! At least a few of them anyhow.
So I put on my longsleeve, pants and a hat to prepare for combat. I burst back into my room, slam the door and begin freakishly spazzing out and spraying like a madman! Eventually I killed off the bulk of them and managed to get a couple dozen out through the windows. Whew! What a moment!
THEN, the process began, looking for their home! And sure enough, what do I find, but a hole in the ceiling. These rat turds decided they wanted to live in my ceiling. Well I got them! Spray, spray, spray away! Once they stop coming out I will patch the hole and rip in through the roof to get the rest.
The bad part is I suffer from Apiphobia or Melissophobia (whichever you prefer). This is a phobia of bees!
Go Figure!
-Chris