I was walking into my dad's garage today, and a wasp flew onto the back on my neck and stung me. I looked up and there was a wasp's nest forming right above the door. Guess with the dry weather, they didn't even need real shelter. I was angry, and I had to get into the garage, so I went and got a can of poison spray and murdered the entire nest, then I waited until the other wasps returned to the nest and killed them as they arrived.
Which got me to thinking, I guess the wasp that stung me really had a point, I was exactly as bad as he thought.