If you are married, or have been, you know that certain chores are divided between husband and wife. Often this division occurs without discussion. Killing insects, for some reason as yet unknown, is my responsibility. They all deserve death. With them, God made a mistake, a mistake I seek to correct. . . .
Bees are a different story.
In spite of my wife's cry for revenge, I did not swoop down on the swarming bees, insecticide in hand. Instead I suggested that killing a bunch of worker bees would not get rid of the queen. A ready answer was not at hand. Perhaps you have one. . . . The professionals put up signs.