Straight on, face to face, at eye level.
I wasn't afraid.  I was armed and ready.
Suddenly, he pulled up just 30" from my face and hovered, glaring at me.
Up came the Single Six, cocked, and taking aim.
I couldn't miss.  I didn't.  He died bravely, instantly, and in pieces!   
 Yep, 'got my first carpenter bee of the season!  

  :grin: 
'Saw another later, but he wouldn't get clear of my gutters.  

  :roll:  
