This is Mike the Bee Guy after finishing four hours atop a 40-foot ladder eradicating a huge hive full of angry, attacking honeybees.
I was sad to have to kill off the hive, but Mike, a beekeeper himself, pronounced them so close to totally Africanized as to be a danger to the neighborhood in general (and me in specific). Having been swarmed twice and attacked in a less major way a third time, in just the past 30 days, I concurred.
So Mike donned his beekeeper garb, armed himself with just a can of some bee pesticide, and ascended into the battle. He was attacked before gaining the first rung, and stung numerous times right through his beekeeper’s jacket, but he kept climbing back down, grabbing a new can of bee killer, and climbing back up for another round.
In the end he killed all bees present, including the queen, scraped out the honeycombs and other debris in the tree hollow occupied by the hive, then stuffed the opening with fabric and sealed it off with spray foam insulation. After four hours in 90-degree-plus heat, he was done. Before hosing off, hundreds of bee corpses clung to his garb, fighting to the death and beyond.
Said Mike the Bee Guy, “I’m getting too old for this.”