Obliteration Served Up Grandma Style

My grandma was weird.

She doesn’t look weird, but she had to be weird to do what she did.

She lived in a house which had an attic, and this attic had an ongoing bee problem.

And my grandma was the exterminator.

Now it was blazing hot up there, as you can imagine, and the bees were sluggish.

So my grandma found it pretty easy to kill them.

Mid-flight.

With these.

Oh yes, she did.

She cut those lazy, lethargic bumbles in half – with a pair of scissors.