I used to have a dog that roamed around the campus, earning three nicknames: Cow dog, because it had tites as big as it's mouth, Vampire dog, because it had two large bottom molars sticking out the front of it's mouth, and Demon dog, because the two above.
I also had one day, an entire swarm appeared around the porch of my condo. The next day, they were gone. It turns out that they had made a home INSIDE the porch. Now, I don't mean under, as I was over three stories up, no, I mean IN. So, I had an entire bee swarm inside my porch on the top floor, and an entire bee swarm inside my roof on the bottom floor (the porch doubled as a roof). So, me and my friend decided to go outside armed with soap ballons and a hose and soap. We sprayed them for about 2 hours, killing hundreds of them. I went down with my friend to check on them, but they had the last laugh. One of them got me on the foot, and I was yelling:
"GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF!" so loud that they could hear me those three stories up.
We tried to later plug all the holes with that expanding foam-in-a-can stuff, but it didn't work, and I forgot what happened to them.