When I was about 12 or so, some asshole bee stung me, so I chased him down and killed him. Then I found their hive, which was under this great big flat rock in the garden. I went and got a few gallons of gas, soaked the whole area around the rock, then lit a paper airplane and flew it from a safe distance at the rock. When it set the gas off, there was this large WHUMP !
I cooked them little fuckers good.