Yellow Jackets

Austin: Oh, a bee!
He ducks.
Me: It's a yellow jacket.
I pick up a catalog and look for a glass.
Austin: Are you going to kill it or catch it?
Me: Catch it. What do you think I am?
Austin: I know what you are. You're an evil, horrible monster, but for some reason you have a soft spot for insects and arachnids. You know, some demons have insect and arachnid familiars.

Me: The house is now officially yellow jacket free. I was right. It went down the pipe under the stove burner. It was in the oven. As soon as I opened the door, it flew out, I caught it and put it outside.
Austin: Not without sampling my pumpkin pie. My poor defiled pie.
Me: I bet it won't stop you from eating it.