Years ago one of my friends left a half-drank can of beer outside of my house on a hot summer night. I found it a few days later when I went to take the mower out of the shed. To my surprise when I picked it up I felt something rattling around inside. In the interceding period a bunch of wasps had apparently decided to help themselves to my buddy's leftover National Bohemian and ended up drowning in what I assume to be intoxicated bliss.

Or maybe they couldn't find their way out of the can in the dark, who knows. As a fellow Boh aficionado I can't blame them for trying.