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(Gizmodo)   Murder hornets have a "Slaughter Phase", which coincidentally is the name of my Phil Spector/death metal mashup   (earther.gizmodo.com) divider line
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2020-10-05 11:26:49 AM  
They should try OJ with Vodka and a tablespoon of brown sugar. Settles my toddler newphews right down. They'll let you glue anything you want to them.
 
2020-10-05 12:31:33 PM  
Stinging me is one thing, but I draw the line when you start killing my honey bees.
 
2020-10-05 1:01:56 PM  
They intended to equip the hornet with a tracker so as to follow it back to its nest, but their first attempt failed spectacularly. On Wednesday, officials tried to glue a radio tag to the hornet, but not only did the glue not dry fast enough, causing the tracker to slip off, it also stuck to the hornet's wings and made it unable to fly.


So, not only did you let it live, you pissed it off and let it go home and tell the rest?

*hands researcher sword*
 
2020-10-05 1:25:57 PM  
Not Vonnegut? Bad subby.
 
2020-10-05 1:27:24 PM  
Rock on, murder hornets.

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2020-10-05 1:29:57 PM  
"Track it, don't whack it"

Try to call the emergency number for beekeepers while you are being carried back to the nest for food.
 
2020-10-05 1:32:11 PM  
Sounds like a segue between Unteal Tournament maps.

"S-S-S-Slaughter Phase!"
 
2020-10-05 1:33:00 PM  

bughunter: Unteal


goddammit
 
2020-10-05 1:41:49 PM  
My two Slaughter stories :

The CSB: my favorite wrasslin' match is the Steel Toe match between Sgt. Slaughter and the Iron Shiek. It was an awsome match putting good vs evil.

The not-so-CSB: I asked my mom to get me Metallica's ...and Justice for All cassette from one of those music catalogues, but she got me that stupid Slaughter cassette.

/now I have fly to the angels stuck in my head
//thanks mom
///justice was gone
 
2020-10-05 1:43:15 PM  
For fark's sake, that whole "KILL THE WHOLE HIVE" phase of theirs is why they're called Murder Hornets in the first farking place.
 
2020-10-05 1:47:35 PM  
If you're a bee, this is relevant.


Generally speaking you just have to avoid their nest.  Mind you, if they do get ornery, things can go very bad for you.
 
2020-10-05 1:53:36 PM  
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2020-10-05 2:16:58 PM  
Ah yes, more "fun with invasive species."

I'm currently dealing with Asian stink bugs. Can not stop them. Harmless but annoying as hell.

In a couple of weekends I'll be going to the Smokies. There the wooly agelid is killing off the fir trees.
 
2020-10-05 2:31:08 PM  

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Oh honey.
 
2020-10-05 2:49:19 PM  
You see murder hornets have a pre-determined kill limit... oh,wait. No, that's kill-bots. Damnit...


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2020-10-05 2:50:29 PM  

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She's a keeper!
 
2020-10-05 3:15:12 PM  
Nobody is calling them "murder hornets" but the MSM.  Yes, they will go into a killing frenzy and slaughter an entire colony for the hell of it.  Well, that and some protein to feed their young.

This is one colony in WA.  Some poison bait or tracking down this colony would take care of this.
 
2020-10-05 3:19:01 PM  

McGrits: My two Slaughter stories :

The CSB: my favorite wrasslin' match is the Steel Toe match between Sgt. Slaughter and the Iron Shiek. It was an awsome match putting good vs evil.

The not-so-CSB: I asked my mom to get me Metallica's ...and Justice for All cassette from one of those music catalogues, but she got me that stupid Slaughter cassette.

/now I have fly to the angels stuck in my head
//thanks mom
///justice was gone


A friend of mine in high school was a fan of Slaughter (the band, not the act). He wrote them a letter saying he liked them, etc. Mark Slaughter (the lead guy) wrote back a page-long letter and a bunch of signed promo items. So, either he was a nice guy, or had very few fans that reached out. Maybe both.

(This story would have been far cooler if it was James Hetfield that that was responding. Sorry about your bait & switch)
 
2020-10-05 3:37:18 PM  
Kind of like the yellow jackets sting the shiat out of you phase.
 
2020-10-05 4:06:34 PM  

The Brains: Ah yes, more "fun with invasive species."

I'm currently dealing with Asian stink bugs. Can not stop them. Harmless but annoying as hell.

In a couple of weekends I'll be going to the Smokies. There the wooly agelid is killing off the fir trees.


Oh those stink beetles are so much fun. I'm not a big guy. I'm only aggressive when cornered. I was hopefully never a bully. Sure I had my moments as an a****** as a kid but generally I don't see myself as a bully. But those beetles and my next door office neighbor triggered it.

I was a programmer and this guy thought he was my boss. He was a project manager of multiple projects, one of which I was on, and he didn't know s***. He was a scorekeeper and I merely reported stuff to him occasionally. But he wanted to come into my office and tell me what to do. Not happening.

We both had offices in a building in Pennsylvania. We shared a wall. And seasonally these bugs would invade. And he would freak out. Slightly overweight 5'9 Italian guy. High voice when he encountered a beetle. Shrieking little girl high.

How could I resist?

So over the course of a few weeks, every few minutes I would encounter one of these beetles. I'd scoop it up, walk over to his office and throw it at him. He shriek, and the cycle would repeat. Occasionally I'd crush one right in front of him on his desk so the stink would permeate his office.

Good times. Statute of limitations is long since run out.
 
2020-10-05 4:15:10 PM  

Thrakkorzog: Kind of like the yellow jackets sting the shiat out of you phase.


Yellow jacket / hornet story. Not quite sure since when you encounter a large amount of them you get the f*** out.

Saratoga springs performing arts center, AKA SPAC. I was a kid, let's say 14, with an older brother who drove and his good friend with us. We were going to break into a concert by wandering through the woods in the middle of the night, crossing a stream, climbing a hill, and then climbing a fence. We had no flashlights or glow sticks, we were morons. My elder brother says you can handle this. Handle what? Don't worry I'll talk you through it. I was f*****.

So in pitch blackness I was directed to hop over 3-ft sections of concrete and three sections of water in the stream we were crossing. Was around 30 or 40 ft. Then I was directed to climb up the mountain in front of me that I could not see. There was a wall of dirt and roots that I was supposed to grab, pull up, kick my feet into the dirt some, and pull up some more. It was about 30 ft but I couldn't tell when it was pitch black.

The only way I made it was because it was pitch black and my brother was screaming at me to get my ass up. His best friend screamed in the middle of the climb. Something bit me! We kept going, no choice no matter. He biatched all night about his swollen knee that something bit him.

The next day we went back to do it again. On my request. I wanted to see what the hell I did. When I was halfway up that wall of roots and dirt I almost put my foot in a sea of moving yellow and green. It was a goddamn hornet nest. I screamed and flipped myself a couple feet sideways and biatched for about 10 minutes as my brother guided me back down. I always knew he was trying to kill me.
 
2020-10-05 5:19:50 PM  
They should try tying something.  It's been done to bumble bees.
 
2020-10-05 5:24:07 PM  
Death metal + wall of sound= 10x scarier than murder hornets
 
2020-10-05 8:08:42 PM  

vudukungfu: They intended to equip the hornet with a tracker so as to follow it back to its nest, but their first attempt failed spectacularly. On Wednesday, officials tried to glue a radio tag to the hornet, but not only did the glue not dry fast enough, causing the tracker to slip off, it also stuck to the hornet's wings and made it unable to fly.


So, not only did you let it live, you pissed it off and let it go home and tell the rest?

*hands researcher sword*


He didn't make it home. The tracker disable him.

I just want to say, Thanks a lot Asia, first a virus, now giant Murder Hornets. I think you have given us enough already.
 
2020-10-06 1:48:15 AM  
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2020-10-06 8:35:51 AM  

daffy: He didn't make it home. The tracker disable him.


"And I walked the whole way here. You.... must... slaughter them... Slaughter ...them..... all....  *Gasp...thud*
 
2020-10-06 11:29:25 AM  

donotdoit: Thrakkorzog: Kind of like the yellow jackets sting the shiat out of you phase.

Yellow jacket / hornet story. Not quite sure since when you encounter a large amount of them you get the f*** out.

Saratoga springs performing arts center, AKA SPAC. I was a kid, let's say 14, with an older brother who drove and his good friend with us. We were going to break into a concert by wandering through the woods in the middle of the night, crossing a stream, climbing a hill, and then climbing a fence. We had no flashlights or glow sticks, we were morons. My elder brother says you can handle this. Handle what? Don't worry I'll talk you through it. I was f*****.

So in pitch blackness I was directed to hop over 3-ft sections of concrete and three sections of water in the stream we were crossing. Was around 30 or 40 ft. Then I was directed to climb up the mountain in front of me that I could not see. There was a wall of dirt and roots that I was supposed to grab, pull up, kick my feet into the dirt some, and pull up some more. It was about 30 ft but I couldn't tell when it was pitch black.

The only way I made it was because it was pitch black and my brother was screaming at me to get my ass up. His best friend screamed in the middle of the climb. Something bit me! We kept going, no choice no matter. He biatched all night about his swollen knee that something bit him.

The next day we went back to do it again. On my request. I wanted to see what the hell I did. When I was halfway up that wall of roots and dirt I almost put my foot in a sea of moving yellow and green. It was a goddamn hornet nest. I screamed and flipped myself a couple feet sideways and biatched for about 10 minutes as my brother guided me back down. I always knew he was trying to kill me.


I was hiking along a rail trail and something caught my eye:  a blue glass telegraph insulator still attached to a fallen pole.  I grabbed it to twist it off and the telegraph pole arm came loose, exposing the ground underneath.  I took the insulator and started walking when what I thought was a horse or deer fly started buzzing around my head, then another and another.  as I started to swat them away, I felt the first sting.  Next thing I know, they are in my jacket, up the cuffs of my pants, in my hair.  We ran, stripping off our jackets and shirts and waving them through the air to knock down what turned out to be bald-faced hornets.  When I got home, my wife took a picture of my back and it looked like I had slept on a bed of nails.  Thankfully I was not allergic.

Years later, a bear attacked my bee hives during an early winter rain storm, knocking them over and raking its claws through the honeycomb.  I had to act fast or lose them all to exposure, so I carelessly threw on my gear and ran out into the rain to put it all together again.  They found every nook and cranny to get into my veil, my jacket, my jeans and my muck boots.  I probably got stung a hundred times before I got it all back together.  I stopped feeling it after a dozen or so stings. 

When I got back in the house, I took two Benadryl, just in case, and after sitting down to catch my breath and let my wife scrape the stingers out of me with a credit card, it hit me: nausea, cold sweat, dizziness, vision going gray, dry retching, diarrhea, racing pulse, and an indescribable overwhelming feeling of doom, pressing on me like a weight.  I've had two previous near death experiences (rolling over my car into a stream and falling 120 feet off a waterfall) and they were calm and placid compared to this.  The Epi pen I had my doctor write a script for (just in case) was not in the drawer I thought I put it in.  Thankfully, I never had trouble breathing and by the time the ambulance arrived I was stabilizing. 

I think a Zyrtec I take daily for pollen allergies may have helped and in hindsight, I realized that one be had gotten me right in the carotid artery and probably mainlined the venom to my brain.  I never found the Epi pen but I do have liquid Benadryl fot a next time.
 
2020-10-06 7:02:45 PM  

Halfabee64: donotdoit: Thrakkorzog: Kind of like the yellow jackets sting the shiat out of you phase.

Yellow jacket / hornet story. Not quite sure since when you encounter a large amount of them you get the f*** out.

Saratoga springs performing arts center, AKA SPAC. I was a kid, let's say 14, with an older brother who drove and his good friend with us. We were going to break into a concert by wandering through the woods in the middle of the night, crossing a stream, climbing a hill, and then climbing a fence. We had no flashlights or glow sticks, we were morons. My elder brother says you can handle this. Handle what? Don't worry I'll talk you through it. I was f*****.

So in pitch blackness I was directed to hop over 3-ft sections of concrete and three sections of water in the stream we were crossing. Was around 30 or 40 ft. Then I was directed to climb up the mountain in front of me that I could not see. There was a wall of dirt and roots that I was supposed to grab, pull up, kick my feet into the dirt some, and pull up some more. It was about 30 ft but I couldn't tell when it was pitch black.

The only way I made it was because it was pitch black and my brother was screaming at me to get my ass up. His best friend screamed in the middle of the climb. Something bit me! We kept going, no choice no matter. He biatched all night about his swollen knee that something bit him.

The next day we went back to do it again. On my request. I wanted to see what the hell I did. When I was halfway up that wall of roots and dirt I almost put my foot in a sea of moving yellow and green. It was a goddamn hornet nest. I screamed and flipped myself a couple feet sideways and biatched for about 10 minutes as my brother guided me back down. I always knew he was trying to kill me.

I was hiking along a rail trail and something caught my eye:  a blue glass telegraph insulator still attached to a fallen pole.  I grabbed it to twist it off and the telegraph pole arm came loose, exposing the ground underneath.  I took the insulator and started walking when what I thought was a horse or deer fly started buzzing around my head, then another and another.  as I started to swat them away, I felt the first sting.  Next thing I know, they are in my jacket, up the cuffs of my pants, in my hair.  We ran, stripping off our jackets and shirts and waving them through the air to knock down what turned out to be bald-faced hornets.  When I got home, my wife took a picture of my back and it looked like I had slept on a bed of nails.  Thankfully I was not allergic.

Years later, a bear attacked my bee hives during an early winter rain storm, knocking them over and raking its claws through the honeycomb.  I had to act fast or lose them all to exposure, so I carelessly threw on my gear and ran out into the rain to put it all together again.  They found every nook and cranny to get into my veil, my jacket, my jeans and my muck boots.  I probably got stung a hundred times before I got it all back together.  I stopped feeling it after a dozen or so stings. 

When I got back in the house, I took two Benadryl, just in case, and after sitting down to catch my breath and let my wife scrape the stingers out of me with a credit card, it hit me: nausea, cold sweat, dizziness, vision going gray, dry retching, diarrhea, racing pulse, and an indescribable overwhelming feeling of doom, pressing on me like a weight.  I've had two previous near death experiences (rolling over my car into a stream and falling 120 feet off a waterfall) and they were calm and placid compared to this.  The Epi pen I had my doctor write a script for (just in case) was not in the drawer I thought I put it in.  Thankfully, I never had trouble breathing and by the time the ambulance arrived I was stabilizing. 

I think a Zyrtec I take daily for pollen allergies may have helped and in hindsight, I realized that one be had gotten me right in the carotid artery and probably mainlined the venom to my brain.  I never found the Epi pen but I do have liquid Benadryl fot a next time.


Wow. Just wow. Thanks for the story.

Benadryl. Oh how I hate that sh**.

I had foolishly taken haldol in my youth. For no reason. And then I found out I had a genetic predisposition to pseudo Parkinson's disease. Which meant the mouth grinding on its own and my tongue flipping upside down with no control when exposed to major tranquilizers.

Including compazine for nausea.

The 1st er gave me a huge injection of caffeine (morons) and a prescription for Benadryl (the old days). 2 hours later, prescription filled (2am), and my jaw locked again.

Emergency room on other side of town.

Me(through locked jaw), handing discharge forms from previous hospital: thorazine reaction, Parkinson's!!!!!

Dr: nurse! Trauma room 1!!

Holy shiat, these people knew and cared.

I had a benadryl iv in about 30 seconds. They knew what to do. My jaw dropped. No more involuntary grinding.
 
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