My front and back yard are infested with hornet-like creatures.
And by infested, I mean two or three, maybe four. Regardless, these things have it in for me. Every time I go outside, one seems to be waiting for me; within twenty seconds, I have to dodge out of the way and I do a little panic dance back to the house. One of these cheeky buggers slammed into the back of my neck, and I coulda sworn I heard it giggling as I freaked the heck out. Yet another reason I hate yard work and the outdoors in general.


