Last year I was helping a good friend disassemble a log home built in 1870. I disturbed a bee’s nest near a window opening. We knew they were in the structure somewhere, so we’d tooled up with enough cans of wasp spray.
Any way, after I got stung a few times, I beat a retreat some thirty feet away to let things clam down. After a moment or two I got stung again. Then again. etc. with increasing frequency. I finally realized the whole colony would not rest until the offender (me) was taken out.
With that, I grabbed two cans of spray and headed directly for the nest. I proceeded to bang on the logs to get them to exit. I just kept spraying; they were falling like rain. I was yelling out movie quotes; “Say hello to my little friend”, “Oh Warriors, come out & play”, etc. I blew through both cans. I probably lost six months of future hospice time with all the spray I inhaled myself
Lol, sometimes you just have to take it to them.