At great risk to life and limb, I took six pictures of the yellowjackets swarming in the front shrubs, and this is all I got for my efforts. You'll have to take my word for it -- they were thick here but they were evidently camera-shy. As proof I submit the note left by the mailman (I know, I know, but ours really is a man), who suggested I put back the winter mailbox. That's the box I nail up by the garage rather than shoveling, when the front walk is blocked by snow. But I digress.
Those bees were just trying to make a living like everyone else, but of course I did call the exterminator, whom you can see in action here. Pretty impressive. Nice guy, too, but when I photographed him without the disguise I had the video button on, so I can't show you he's perfectly normal.
I'm left with just one question -- why is this guy called an exterminator? wouldn't "terminator" do the job? Doesn't he look like a terminator?