That's how I feel this morning...Us vs. Them. By them I am referring to a colony of Yellow Jackets that while we were visiting family in NY, decided the serenity of my back deck would be the perfect place to nest. We retuned home on Monday and my son Bill, who was visiting for a couple of days, said to me" Hey Mom...did you know you have a bees nest in your wall?" WHAT!!! was my calm response. "Yeah...I was up late reading and I kept hearing this crunching sound coming from the wall" Bill said. ...Oh great..not only are they nesting, but they are crunching on popcorn and nacho chips in celebration of their new home. I couldn't get the 'go to bed early' bees...oh no...I get the 'Hey..there's a party at my nest' variety.
Of course the first thing I do when faced with this dilemma is to Google my problem. Why is this the first thing we as inquisitive humans do now (that's a whole other blog post)? I don't think this is the kind of Yellow Jacket nesting in my wall. If it is ...hey, move over worker bees I'm coming in ;-)
Ok..now I'm getting somewhere...this is the little guy giving me a headache. Meet Mr. Vespa Flavopilosa....who knew he was Italian! So maybe that crunching sound is them munching on those skinny breadsticks before dinner.
YIKES!!!!!! This is my worst yellow jacket nightmare! Example of why you should always keep your car windows closed while parked. Looks like a self imposed airbag of sorts. Think his auto insurance covered this?
Back to my problem...this is the eave where they are entering and nesting. Google says to wait until 9:30pm...great, my pests can tell time too. So last night after dark, my man decided to take some action. Hey he's a man...he don't need no stinkin pest control expert! We had purchased some wasp spray and I had thoroughly read all directions...he can't even spell the word 'direction'. The can said to spray from at least 10-15 feet away (no ladder needed), wear some kind of thick outerwear, like a sweatshirt and jeans , to make stinging a little more difficult. Never shine a flashlight directly into the opening, as that might startle the jackets. Of course I, being a woman, would have followed their directions thinking the manufactures of my spray knew what they were talking about. Not my man......oh no...he is out there dressed only in a flimsy thin tee shirt and shorts...standing on the top rung of a 35 year old rickety wood ladder....his face right in the opening...and yes folks...he is shining a flashlight directly into the opening!!! At this point I am on the other side of my kitchen door laughing hysterically at his blatant disregard for authority. Men...if we didn't love them so much we would find ourselves standing over them in the middle of the night with a knife in our hands sometimes ...just kidding honey ;-) For those of you not from Virginia, Google ' Lorena Bobbitt' and you will understand the last knife reference...He..He.
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