Terry Pratchett. Ladies and gentlemen (№ 359503)

He vaguely felt that something is happening, but it touched people and, therefore, was of secondary importance to him. However, he clearly heard the changed sound coming from the hives. Immediately after this he heard the snapping of boards.
One hive already overturned. Angry bees swarmed around the three shapes of feet which have trodden the honeycomb, honey and bee babies.
However, laughter from the verse when behind the fence appeared a figure dressed in white and the grid from bees. The figure raised a long metal tube.
No one knew that it was filled with Mr. Brooks in your sprayer. The mixture consisted of tobacco, boiled roots, scraps of bark and some grass, which is not even heard of McGrath. From the tube flew a jet of liquid. Standing in the center of the elf she hit between the eyes and slightly touched his two companions.
Mr. Brooks looked dispassionately at the writhing elves before they all died.
- Wasps - he said then.
Then we went to find a suitable box, a lamp was lit and with great care and tenderness began to put in order the damaged cell, not paying absolutely no attention to the stings of offended bees.