So he gets a lawn chair and a six-pack. No, not beer, insecticide. Anyone sane would hose the nest down and have done with it. Not my bro. No, no...I find him sitting out on a lawn chair with an adult beverage zapping them out of the air one at a time and laughing maniacally, like something out of a Vincent Price movie. When they stopped coming he soaks the nest and torches it. His only tree. In his backyard. Twenty feet from his new house.
I'm thinking someone has an anger management issue here...
I think your bro had a head start.