So I dropped my knee straight into an ant’s nest :smack: (species uncertain, but given my luck those little buggers were fire ants) and now I’m nursing at least 50 little lumps that itch and burn and burn and itch. 
The itch. :eek:
The burn. :mad:
The itching burn. :o
The burning itch. 
Hopefully, this means Mom won’t make me do yardwork again for the rest of the time I’m here.
Mother nature and I usually get along great but for some reason running over a hornets nest with a lawnmower isn’t a real good idea. Being stung under the cuticle of your fingernail brings a whole new meaning to pain. The 5-6 other stings weren’t so bad.
I got them back though. The next morning when it was cool and they were lethargic…gas + match = poof. I like bees and leave them alone normally but hornets are bastards.
Actually, you shouldn’t have used a match. It’s the fumes that kill, rather than burning them to death, so lighting it just eliminates the fumes rendering your attempt at insect-o-cide almost useless.
Well now, that’s a common misnomer. Most everyone I know has lit those bastids on fire. Go figure.
If they were fire ants you’d have a whole lot more than 50.