Posted September 22, 2016 1:50 pm by Comments

By Beth Baumann

TheBlaze
TheBlaze

Earlier this week, Dirty Jobs star Mike Rowe was awakened by a “giant bumble bee” – or at least what he thought was a giant bumble bee – outside of his bedroom window.

Dressed in my favorite pair of non-existent pajamas, I leapt from my bed and pulled the drapes aside. There, not three feet in front of me, was a camera, dangling from the underside of a drone. The red light was on, and the camera was rolling.

That’s when Rowe grabbed his 12-gauge and jumped into action.

Seconds later I’d pulled the Mossburg 12-guage from under my bed and grabbed the cellphone from the bedside table. In no time, I was out on the deck downstairs, about fifteen feet below the electronic Peeping Tom. The drone had moved even closer to my window. I could see the camera panning left to right, and I could hear my dog unleashing a level of indignation usually reserved for raccoons and feral cats. Somewhere, in the logical part of my brain, it occurred to me that nothing good can come from an angry B-list celebrity standing on his deck with no clothes and a loaded shotgun, but I was not really in touch at …Read the Rest

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