My job is killing me.
I am killing wasps.
It's the beautiful circle of life that Elton John & Disney Blacksmith Mufasa sang about. Maybe calling it the food chain is more accurate. Whatever.
On to the ever-elusive point.
This spring, we discovered a wasps' nest in the little side nook of our garage. It's like that one spot on your back that you can't itch yourself- worse than just hard to reach. It's impossible to spray without trapping yourself in a veritable Corridor of Death with a whole swarm of angry, threatened, stinger-happy yellowjackets. Trust me: I got all bundled up from head-to-toe before electing NOT to press my luck with anaphylactic shock and/or emergency epinephrine shots. I bought a couple of different traps, the first of which (by big name brand Raid) was completely useless. The second of which was this bad boy.
I'd recommend it to anyone.
Let's take a look at how it did.
AFTER JUST A COUPLE OF DAYS
LATER
NOW
4 comments:
Holy Hornets! I am terrified of them even when they are in the death jar!
Gross.
hey - we have one of those in our back yard too and it looks just like that!
That is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
We live in Hornet Heaven (or is that Hornet Hell?) out here, and we have yet to find a trap that actually works. Steve spends the majority of his summer days climbing ladders with hornet spray in hand and frolicking through the grass with an electric fly swatter...
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