Funniest thing I ever saw was my ex and the neighbor dumping 5 gallons of gas down a yellow-jacket hole after dark.
When they finally got a lit match down it, there was a long moment of *nothing* and then WHOOOOOOOMP! as flames and thousands of seriously p*ssed off bees came roaring out of the hole in the ground.
It looked like Dante’s Inferno meets the Two Stooges.
As I sat safely inside the truck watching all this comedy of errors, I nearly died laughing.
I warned ‘em not to do it but nobody listens to me.
[Who knew flaming bees could still sting?]
:)
Given this person was your ex, why didn’t you encourage him to use more gasoline?
It took over an hour to pick off all the stingers.