Good God!
I hate yellow jackets. There was a little bitty nest in one of the hollow metal tubes on my storage shed door. When I opened the door, out they came, only about 5.
I ran back from the door, turned around to try and see exactly where they were coming from, and one of them dive bombed my eye, I mean a direct shot right on the eyeball at full speed...that bounced off my glasses...
It sounded like a rock hitting them. Then I ran inside and loaded the 12 gauge. Just kidding.
I really cannot imagine what that would have felt like if my glasses had not shielded the attack.
12 gauge would have been a good idea. I shot the nest I "found" with a couple of cans of Bee-Bopper. Problem resolved. But a 12 gauge would have been a whole lot more satisfying.
After the attack, I sat at the front window with a pair of binoculars, muttering curses, and looking for the nest so I could clean it out. Mrs WBill said that I looked like Carl the Groundskeeper from CaddyShack.
Funny thing was that I left the lawnmower right where it was. The @#%$#@%$ things kept attacking the lawnmower for hours after I ran the nest over.
I really, really hate yellow jackets.