Went to gas a bees nest today and as I approached the nest I felt that feeling for those bees when you get in trouble in elementary school and you are directed, no ordered, to the principles office immediately, no time to think, no time to say sorry, no time to correct. I poured the gas in and heard the burp of liquid filling the hole, destroying these busy little, yet powerful creatures. Usually the problem is coming to me, but this time, I came to the problem.