Straight on, face to face, at eye level.
I wasn't afraid. I was armed and ready.
Suddenly, he pulled up just 30" from my face and hovered, glaring at me.
Up came the Single Six, cocked, and taking aim.
I couldn't miss. I didn't. He died bravely, instantly, and in pieces!
Yep, 'got my first carpenter bee of the season!
:grin:
'Saw another later, but he wouldn't get clear of my gutters.
:roll: