Joe has bumblebees that have lived under his back porch for years.

Alicia: Here comes another yellow jacket, just making his way home. He's probably sticking up his middle finger at you as he makes his way under the porch.
Joe: Yeah, remember when they used to go in through the corner over there.
Alicia: Yes, they call that the back door. What did you do, spray over there or something?
Joe: Nah, I guess they just decided not to go in that way anymore.
Alicia: I wonder how they remeber to come back here. I mean, they must fly all over the place.
Joe: I don't know, it's weird ain't it? Of all these houses, they know to come back here. They must be smart or somethin.'