You’ll have to excuse me for the shittiness of this picture. I was drunk and laughing my ass off.
The need to know information here is that you’re looking at a yard sign that warns of bee swarms and provides a number to call should you be victimized by a bee swarm.
Good plan. While I’m swarmed by bees, I’ll just calmly pull out my telephone device and ring the local bee constable. I’m sure he’ll have everything sorted post-haste!
Orrrrr I might go ahead and just dive into traffic that I might die or at least be rendered unconscious and no longer have to feel the pain of death by bee swarm.
Second plan, might just try macing myself and hoping that human mace and bee mace share some chemical makeup.
I think I’d get 30 plans deep (plan thirty being to do that thing from cartoons where the guy runs underwater and stays under by breathing through a hollow reed) before considering calling that number.
It would be really fun to release a bee swarm into that house and see if these dopes would call the number or just douse themselves in gasoline and drive off a cliff (plan 26) before calling.