Like a World War II soldier taking out a Japanese tunnel, a mohawk-sporting Southerner laid down the pain on colony of hornets that attacked his family.
“My family was attacks by a hornet’s nest. It’s right there… and nobody messes with my family,” he says ominously. “I’m going to take care of the situation. We don’t need exterminators.”
That’s when our punk rock redneck pulls out his homemade flamethrower and gets to work on sweet Southern justice.
It’s definitely better than jumping into a lake to hide from hornets: