I got bees on my head, but don't call me a "bee-head"

Poor, poor Tucker! Today, while playing out in our field, Tucker found, and stepped in a yellow jacket nest! I was inside, polishing my nails.....(I know, really girly) and I heard him outside with Jared and he was screaming like I've never heard him scream. Jared's not always so patient with his boys but this wasn't a "pissed off at Dad" scream. It was more like a "somebody is brutally attacking me" sort of a sound. I ran to the door and he was running around like a mad man. Jared was chasing him so I thought, "hmm, maybe it is a pissed at my dad sort of a thing!" Well, Jared starts talking about bees or something and then I see it, a big ole yellow jacket all caught up in his hair. I am frantically trying to swat the thing away from my baby and he's now holding his leg! What the heck? We ended up stripping the poor kid outside because he had one in his hair and up his pant leg! I brought him into my room, put ice on his poor red head and Jared went to see what had happened. Well, he found the nest too and apparently they were still pissed off at the whole Tucker thing so Jared ended up getting stung on his head too! They both took Benadryl and I slathered some peanut butter on their stings (it's supposed to help) Jared and my dad went into the field and did something, I think maybe they incinerated the nest......DIE SUCKERS! It's a good thing it wasn't Jon......he's allergic! That could've been a total catastrophe! Luckily, Tucker didn't have any sort of an allergic reaction. But still....poor guy!