Ok, while my hubby was out doing yard work, he got stung by a wasp. Ten minutes later I was out grilling pork chops with my eyes warily scanning the horizon for more of these pests. I had one more step to go before entering the house with my smokey chops when one got me right on the ankle. Enough. His frequent flyer miles are being revoked and I'm headed for the land of "Bee be Gone" toxic bombs. Please inhale slowly when your air masks fall from the compartment above your head.