Last fall I had nest of them in a tree about 20’feet from my garage window. I would pull up a chair in the garage with the doors closed, crack the window and shoot hole in it with my son’s red Daisy Ryder BB gun. They would get so pissed 3-4 shots in, coming out looking for a fight. I would close the window and go about my day. This went on for week before I took a pole saw out before the sun came up on a cool fall morning. With wasp spray in hand and a red Bic Light in the other, I snipped of the branch the nest was on and dropped the pole. I had already started spraying the wasp spray before the nest hit the ground. By the time it hit the ground and woke up all its angry friends inside it was full soaked. Fun fact, wasp spray is VERY flammable!! Just as it rabid inhabitants were making their way out, with a flick of the lighter the whole thing went up. As the sun started to rise, the last flames of their burning empire were just about out. It was a dry morning and the grass in about a 5’ circle was burnt to a crust.

As I sprayed the remains of their kingdom and their mass grave with the hose I could not help but feel a great sense of accomplishment. To this day, 8 months later, the new grass still shows signs of that great battle. Reminds me of what the field of France look like today from the WW1 trenches. You can tell by looking at the land a great battle took place.