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We'll be taking a break from our regularly scheduled pug antics today. Yesterday, a crisis occured at our house. In the form of about a million angry yellowjackets. Well, we did not know they were yellowjackets until later, but it was very scary anyway.

A few days ago, mom noticed a "few" bees over the front door. But on Saturday, there seemed to be a seriously large number of buzzing flying things. She called "Honey" because he always has smelly spray stuff for all types of flying nuisances and vermin. So "Honey" sprayed about half the front lawn while trying to get the nasty buggers. They were pretty pissed off about that.

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Then mom decided to look up how to get rid of bees, only to learn it was no DIY job. They can build enormous hives which can result in liquified honey running down the walls. Gross. Thus, she turned to the old fashioned phone book and found "Don't Bug Me" pest control. I am NOT joking. She was compelled to go with a guy with a name like that.

Ken, of "Don't Bug Me" assessed the situation by walking around the front lawn with a very serious look on his face. When he put on his bee-keeper hat, we knoew he meant business. Then, he climbed up on the railing, and using a little puffer thingy, puffed exactly three puffs of powder into the area. Then the yellowjackets got even more pissed. He waited for about 10 minutes and added another puff. Ken then walked around the lawn a bit more, and deciding his work was done, put away the bee-keeper gear. 125 smackeroos.

Now maybe mom will pay attention the next we bark our heads off while looking out the front window. Seriously, we were trying to tell her about the impending infestation!

He must have know what he was doing because we have not seen a yellowjacket all day. Thanks, Ken!