When visiting my parents house, I was thrilled to find that there were some very cute fuzzy bumblebees around. I never see the cute fatty ones here in Seattle, so I wanted to get a few shots of them. While I stalked them with my macro lens, I happened to notice a few regular bees – what I thought were regular bees – buzzing about. After a few minutes, I saw that they were heading toward a hole in the ground, just to the left of the bush I’d been shooting. I saw a dozen or more of the little suckers flying in and out of the hole and ran off in fear. After looking online, I confirmed that they weren’t bees, but yellow jackets – the stinging insects most likely to be responsible for a stinging death and the ones to which I am very allergic – and that they had likely built a rather large nest underground. (Insert heebeejeebee dance here.) Never thought that this would be a risky hobby!