(In a really rugged, manly way, too -- no power tools, just me with an axe, a sledgehammer and a hand saw.)
The day wasn't hot enough for breathing in the boiling butter, nor was there any drowning, but by the end of the day I'd had more than my fill of insect bomber Buddhist droning. Too many bees.
Still, it was a good head start on next season's firewood. You can never have enough.
XTC: "Summer's Cauldron."