Not a fan of the flying assholes either. My dad carries an epi-pen due to an allergy discovered in the 80s. Sometime in the same decade, my now-hubby ran over a nest with the riding mower and ended up jumping in the pool to get away from them.
I remember going with my parents to the unfinished furniture place and picking out a bookshelf for my bedroom, but I didn’t pay for that. I think I was about 10?
Sophomore year in college I didn’t have much storage space, so then-boyfriend/now-hubby and I took some remnants from his dad’s collection and built some simple shelves. The following year I bought a papasan chair for my dorm room. Can’t remember what happened to the shelves - they may not have even survived sophomore year. The papasan chair stayed with us until we moved internationally. We didn’t keep any of our furniture.
Helped hubby pick out what became our first marital bed - we got ourselves a 4 poster waterbed. Not sure we were supposed to have a waterbed in our apartment - never asked.
Another week, another heat dome. 
Watering the shrubs at the side of the house. They get watered individually as they are in the middle of the grass which only gets sky water. So far we don’t have watering restrictions for households, but they will probably come. I cut back a bunch of lilac suckers - they don’t need to be sucking up the water that the trees need.