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Once, when I was a child, I saw a hornet fly into a hole in the ground near the fence in my front yard. The hole was directly under a lose fence post so, of course, I give it a tug. The hole collapses and out swarms the nest to chase me, screaming and crying, into the house. Painful lesson learned.
I had something sorta similar in a way. Growing up on a dead end dirt road with a drop off at the end of the road. Lived at the end. Pretty much everyone dumped their yard leaves off the end of the road. Had a basketball hoop at the end of the road , ball rolled into the leaves , I went after it and accidentally discovered a massive underground wasp nest. Stung six times and the mofos followed me right to the house. Fuck those bugs are assholes.
I was riding my bike on a trail behind our house that yellow jackets had built a nest in, almost the entire width of the trail, nearly 3 ft wide. My front tire went down into the nest and I went over the handlebars. No idea what happened, I laid there assessing the damage before I felt the first sting, then I heard the noise of the swarm. Luckily there was a creek not far so I bolted for that and jumped in. I did a cannonball in, rolled once and just sprinted for the house. Felt pretty lucky actually that I only got stung 17 times. Thought I was gonna get My Girl’d.
I just ran over one with my lawn mower the other day. There we hundreds of them. Luckily only got stung 4-5times. And luckily had some commercial grade insecticide that I unloaded into that giant hole in the ground. My wife had stuck her foot into it earlier and apparently they all wired for me.
I did the same with a mower once and luckily saw them pouring out of the hole in my peripheral vision before I got stung. As I was madly dashing for my life a small part of my brain was complaining that gravity was not strong enough and was capping the speed of my adrenaline-powered strides. Never had that complaint before or since.