Last Friday when I came home from work the wife told me that we had a bee’s nest in the mailbox. I got the bright idea to go out there in my good work clothes and take care of the problem without the aid of bug spray (didn’t have any spray). That was a bad move.
The nest was sitting on the bottom of the mailbox. I used a long ice scraper stick to try and pull the nest out of the box. After each time I nudged the nest a bit I had to run away because the bees were getting pissed. After about 5 nudges a bunch of Yellow jackets with what appeared to be long tails got really pissed and came at me in a swarm. I got scared and started to run away backwards (another bad move). I felt a bee land on one of my hands and I tried to brush it off while still running backwards.
I tripped over my own feet, went flying thought the air backwards, and hit the ground hard. I ripped my nice work shirt, got my pants full of dirt, hurt my back, and got stung anyway. A bunch of kids saw the whole thing and I think they were laughing at me. I must have looked like a moron. While I was lying on the ground in pain the wife walked over and said, “I told you to leave those bees alone”. My back hurt all weekend.
The next day I blasted the mailbox with flying insect spray. I’ve since found about 10 dead bees in the mailbox. My guess is they are trying to come back to setup a new nest.