As with most outdoor employment opportunities, the risk of being stung by an occasional bee, yellow jacket, or hornet is greatly exagerated. Here are the stories that I can recall from the past summers work.

This event involving Brian took place before I began summer employment 1998, however, the stories live on in the hearts and mind of all that hear it. While trimming at a customers house, in Ancaster. Brian climbs up a ladder and as perusual "new word:-)" he is in a big rush to finish up trimming a spruce. So ten feet off the ground the we hear "SON OF A BITCH". (this usually means that something has gone unexpected) Brian has run into a nest the size of a softball, and has been stung numerous times. No problem, just get out the spray. HE SPRAYED THE WHOLE CAN ON THAT NEST. Half an hour later, he climbs back up that very same ladder and the same thing happens. You would have to be there, really:-)

THE KILLER BEES strike again, this time on me!!

So I am out in the sales area aka.(polyhouse) and I am finishing off the day with a little bit of weeding in the pots, of course I had found very few "LOL". And to take a rest from the back bending work I rest myself on a steel post, topped off with a overturned bucket. With the drum beat of "SISTER AWAKE" firmly in my head, I bang away on the bucket. NO LATER THAN 2 SECONDS, I am swarmed by a nest of yellow jackets. They manage to get in my pants and shirt. Naturaly, I am running around like a f*cking LOONITIC. Off comes the shirt, I am rolling on the ground. I wish I couls have had a video tape of this. Oh yes, for those who would like to know, I was stung 9 times :-)