this morning i was sitting at the kitchen table at the tornado magnet, eating some grapenuts, checking the weather, basically minding my own business, right?  suddenly, i could feel someone staring at me.  now, being the overly paranoid person i am, i immediately assumed that i was mere seconds away from certain death.  i took a few seconds to decide whether i wanted to see the face of my would-be killer, then slowly turned and, accepting my fate, looked out the window.  this gruesome sight is what met my eyes…  okay… so, not the stone cold killer i was expecting, but still, ya gotta admit, she does look menacing, right?  in completely unrelated news (well, loosely related if you consider both subjects contain animals behaving in a manner undesirable to me) i learned today that this, apparently, is the most important tool in my shop…  little bastards…  fyi, it’s unnerving as hell to have your fingers inches from a tablesaw blade while dozens of yellow jackets buzz around you, clearly unhappy about the high pitch whine coming from the saw motor.  after being stung on four separate occasions (luckily none of which were during potential finger-removing operations), i declared war.  suffice it to say, i lost said war.  come to find out, what i thought was a dozen or two yellow jackets is probably closer to 200, maybe more.  despite the fact that the battlefield is strewn with the enemy dead, i am out of ammo, and they still hold that hill.  i will go into civilization in the morning to procure more wasp spray (a whole case, if they got it) and resume the fight.  i just hope i don’t get addicted to yellow jacket toxin like captain murphy.  (well, that was a scorpion, but you get the point…. sealab, people.  stay with me.)  wish me luck, i fear they have figured out my very short list of possible attack methods, and are planning a counter offensive as we speak…