Back in the ‘90s, dad and I went hunting down in Palestine, Texas. Around midday we stopped in the woods for some lunch. Dad looked over and saw a hornet’s nest in the ground a few feet away and said something to the effect of, “I heard that the concussion of a high powered rifle shot into a hornet’s nest will kill every hornet.” He then stood up walked close to the nest and pointed his rifle. I was already running before he squeezed the trigger. After about 50 yards, I stopped and looked back. Dad was close behind me but kept looking around bewildered taking off his cap swinging it around air as if he was trying to hit an invisible hornet. It turned out there was one hornet on his hat, buzzing and stinging like crazy. Every time the cap was on his head, he’d hear the angry hornet but when he’d go to swat it with his cap, he couldn’t find it. Neither one of us were stung.