This year it's yellow jackets swarming my kitchen. Since yesterday evening, the bee body count has reached approximately 30. My husband's leather sandal is my reliable killing instrument. I'll let you know how high the death toll climbs before the exterminator arrives (before the end of the workday and start of the weekend, please God). So far, homespun caulking and spraying remedies have failed. I hope the Orkin Man has some extraordinary tricks up his sleeve. Thank God for professionals, seriously... I'm a do-it-yourself type, but when it comes time to raise the white flag, thank God for professionals.