I'm sitting on my front porch enjoying a spring-like evening and thinking, pretty soon the carpenter bees will be out. Guess what flies down the length of my eave? Dang! I run into the house, dig out the Single Six, load 'er up with shot and go back out. While I'm looking for that SOB, I see a couple of holes in the facia board of my recently re-painted house. Out comes the ladder, they're old, inactive holes, back to the shop to make some hard-wood plugs and a can of paint. 'Second plug splits the board. Back for screws to fix that! This is getting to be WORK! I didn't even see that bee again, but I'll get him eventually! I hate those buggers! :evil:
