1000 Ways To Die

Date: September 26, 2020
Location: Ponyville, Locker’s Storages

"Well, it's all yours. Enjoy it." A pony said signing the contract that Filthy Rich had.

Filthy Rich had bought a rotten falling apart storage unit place. He would fix it up and make it his own and began making more money. While he was thinking about the cash the owner Locker came along and was telling him information about the place.

“You got all that?” Locker asked.

“Yes. Of course.” Filthy Rich said not getting any of the information.

As the days went by everything seemed to be going smoothly. Filthy Rich was hiring ponies to fix up the place and make it into a perfect place where ponies would pay to put their stuff away. Everything seem to be going fine. Filthy Rich was checking every single thing until he saw one storage unit. It was an old one and it seemed like no pony fixed it up. It seemed like it wasn’t even touched. Filthy rich called one of the workers nearby.

“How come you haven’t fixed this storage locker!” He shouted.

“Well, some ponies have tried. From what I’ve heard the ponies that went in there ran off screaming. There seems to be a pest problem in there Mr. Rich.” The worker said scared because of Filthy Rich yelling at him.

Filthy Rich laughed and walked away. “I’ve dealt with many pest problems. I’ll just call pest control, and that problem will be fixed in no time. Then I can make a little fortune owing another place.”

The next day the one pest control pony came with a suit and other supplies needed to get rid of the problem. However, when he entered the storage unit. He ran off and told Filthy Rich he wasn’t going back in there. What was happening? Filthy Rich kept on calling more pest control ponies, but all of them did the same thing. He had enough and checked the storage until himself. He saw a hive. It was a strange hive. He laughed and decided if no pony would take care of that hive for him then he would do it himself. We have a pest control pony here that can tell us why this is a stupid idea.

“When you’re not a professional pest control pony you shouldn’t try to take care of a pest problem yourself. Many things can go wrong. You don’t know what you’re up against, the pest may have a defense mechanism that can be deadly, you may be using the wrong poison to kill them, and you may have the wrong suit to protect you.”

Filthy Rich bought a beekeeper suit, and some poison. He was ready to take care of this pest problem. He entered the storage unit and saw the hive. He got ready but before he could even start on the bugs came up to him and when it touched his suit it stung him.

"Ow! What the!"

The suit wasn't working. Filthy Rich swatted the bug and killed it. Once he got closer look at the bug, it wasn't a bee. It was something he had never seen before. Once that bug was dead it released a pheromone, and the rest of those bugs smelled it. They realized they had an enemy near their hive.

*BZZZZZ!!!!*

All the bugs came out and began to attack Filthy Rich. The suit wasn't working, and he was being stung everywhere. He sprayed the poison, but it didn't do any good. After just a minute of yelling and getting stung.

"Ah! Ow! Help!"

*Plop*

Filthy Rich fell to the ground dead. What kind of bugs were those? Let this pest pony tell you about murder hornets.

"Murder hornets come from the other side of the world. In 2020 if that year wasn't bad enough, they were spotted here. These hornets are extremely dangerous. To take care of one hive would require more than one pony. You also need a very specific suit that they cannot sting through. They must be vacuumed out to be exterminated in a precise way. One sting will put you in momentous amount of pain for about six hours. One sting isn't enough to kill you. The venom they release when they sting you will hurt badly. 30 to 40 stings, however, will kill a grown pony."

Filthy Rich got stung 1,567 times. According to reports. Hey, Filthy Rich, those weren't bees. It's okay I heard you also own a morgue company. I bet you'll get a great deal...For your own casket.

Way To Die #147: Bee-Hive Yourself