Carpenter bees.
By which I mean these little buggers.

They're not hostile, and I have never been stung by one. But the little bastards bore a perfectly round 1/2" diameter hole in the boards of my porch to nest in.

My solution? Whenever I see one hovering around the porch I get out an old tennis racquet and play Bee Tennis. Nothing is more satisfying than doing an Andre Agassi imitation and feeling the ping of the little body, and seeing it go shooting off across the yard.

(My nephew used to do the same to fireflies to see the glowing spray, but I happen to love fireflies.)
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 22 Dec 2011, 18:12, 3 replies)

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(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Thu 22 Dec 2011, 20:54, closed)

Heheheh.
I would know better than to do that- that would be a great way to end up in the hospital, being treated for anaphylactic shock.

Carpenter bees tend to be rather solitary, and generally I don't much care what they do- they can live in peace. But if they start destroying my house, it means war!
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 22 Dec 2011, 21:43, closed)

My whole front porch
was infested with these bastards for a while. Then one day when none were to be seen outside, my father caulked up all the other holes (they made about 15 of them), and sprayed an entire can of insecticide down the last hole before caulking it up too. They haven't been back.
( Ithyphallophobia, Sun 25 Dec 2011, 22:15, closed)