Perhaps in an effort to catch the reality-TV star mid-dirty job, an unknown drone operator stands accused of piloting the device outside the bedroom window of San Francisco resident Mike Rowe and taking a good, hard look at what was inside. The star of Discovery's Dirty Jobs took to Facebook last Tuesday to express his outrage, as well as to gleefully detail his naked, shotgun-wielding response.

"Early this morning, deep in the middle of some sort of strange gardening dream, I was awakened by the sound of a giant bumble bee, hovering a few inches from my ear," explained Rowe, setting the stage for the man-on-machine encounter (the entire post is embedded below). "As I slowly entered a more conscious state, I realized the sound was not coming from a bee in a dream, nor for that matter, a bee in reality. It was coming from something much larger, just outside my bedroom window."

And what, pray tell, could that be? Well, this being San Francisco, it was of course a drone — an apparently recording one at that.

"Dressed in my favorite pair of non-existent pajamas, I leapt from my bed and pulled the drapes aside," he recalled. "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."

While San Franciscans may be used to seeing drones doing odd things in weird places, even the most level-headed of us would likely lose our composure upon realizing that a drone was livestreaming our naked (and sheet-line creased) bodies. Like the red-blooded American Rowe is, he reached for his gun.

"Seconds later I’d pulled the Mossburg 12-guage from under my bed and grabbed the cellphone from the bedside table," he wrote. "In no time, I was out on the deck downstairs, about fifteen feet below the electronic Peeping Tom."

But just when he locked his aim on the device, he realized its camera was pointed right at him. And, unfortunately for the privacy-minded, his better judgement prevailed. "I’d like to tell you I stopped because I realized that discharging my weapon in such a fashion would be frowned on by the local constabulary," explained Rowe. "But really, what stopped me was the realization that somewhere nearby, a drone operator was staring at his monitor, pondering the image of a very naked guy with a very familiar face, pointing a shotgun into the lens of his Go Pro and looking every bit as crazy as Gary Busey and Nick Nolte at the nadir of their careers."

And so, perhaps reluctantly admiring someone's ability to outsource the dirty job of nude celebrity creeping, Rowe put down his shotgun and took a photo instead. As for the drone — it flew away, likely to creep on someone else who may or may not be as level headed as our local reality TV star.

Leave Me Adrone! Early this morning, deep in the middle of some sort of strange gardening dream, I was awakened by the sound of a giant bumble bee, hovering a few inches from my ear. As I slowly entered a more conscious state, I realized the sound was not coming from a bee in a dream, nor for that matter, a bee in reality. It was coming from something much larger, just outside my 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. I was slow to react, partly because I was still waking up, and partly because my first instinct when confronted with a camera is to say something pithy. I can’t help it. I’ve been saying pithy things to cameras for the last thirty years, and old habits die hard. Well this morning, I had no words for the outrage I felt at such an intrusion. I was incensed, and as Freddy egged me on with a chorus of snarls and barks, I moved onto my second instinct - an irresistible urge to blow the contraption out of the sky. 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 that moment with the logical part of my brain. I was focused only on the joy that would follow the roar of the Mossburg, and the satisfying sprinkle of cheap plastic that would rain down upon my deck in the aftermath. I pumped a shell into the chamber, enjoying the “crunch-crunch” sound that makes shotguns worth owning. I had a clear shot - nothing but blue sky above - and more than enough umbrage to justify the destruction I was about to unleash. But then, as I was literally squeezing the trigger, I saw the camera tilt down. It was pointed directly at me, and in that moment - I froze. I’d like to tell you I stopped because I realized that discharging my weapon in such a fashion would be frowned on by the local constabulary. But really, what stopped me was the realization that somewhere nearby, a drone operator was staring at his monitor, pondering the image of a very naked guy with a very familiar face, pointing a shotgun into the lens of his Go Pro and looking every bit as crazy as Gary Busey and Nick Nolte at the nadir of their careers. I froze, because I could see the video that might very well appear on the local news, (with considerable blurring, naturally.) The same video that might soon appear on my mother’s computer screen, along with the headline - “Dirty Jobs Guy Totally Loses It - Gets Naked and Shoots Drone From San Francisco Skies.” When the moment passed I put the shotgun down and reached for my phone instead, just as the wicked contrivance bugged out for the Wild Blue Yonder. The attached photo is all I have in the way of proof, and I hope to God that’s all the proof you’ll ever see. Because honestly, I have no idea who is in possession of the footage I’ve just described. Nor do I have any idea if it will appear in your news feeds later this week. I sincerely hope not, but I know it’s out there, and there isn’t much I can do about it but make sure - if the unthinkable occurs - that you can all say you heard it here first… Mike

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Photo by Mike Rowe.