Dang yellow jackets

My grandpa used to just walk up to wasps and hornets while they were flying around, and he'd just clap them between his hands, right out of the air. The Standing Ovation of Death for those bastards.

I never could bring myself to try it. I never knew if he wasn't getting stung, or he just didn't feel feel it for the carpal tunnel and a lifetime of work callused hands.

I'm a pussy. Brake or carburetor cleaner melts them.