As I pushed the mower out of the driveshed, I felt plops hit the top of my head. A few seconds later, sharp burning pains in my neck. I knew what it was right away, though I didn’t know how it had happened. I ran for the house, frantically sweeping my hands through my hair and over my neck.
I had noticed the nests that were high up in the gable of the driveshed had fallen but not thought much of it.
Then the day before the stings I noticed a new nest had been built under the hose hanger on the driveshed.
I had moved Baxter’s and Ralph’s water bowl over to the driveshed, as it was easier to fill there, particularly when I was wearing Ellie in her carrier. When I think of the times I’d stood there WITH HER RUNNING THE HOSE NEXT TO THE NEST my stomach clenches.
I hadn’t noticed that there was a second nest in the corner of the garage door. Until I opened the door and disturbed its residents.
Matt checked my stings and then set off to the store for bug spray. That evening, Ellie safely asleep in her crib, Matt suited up, and we mounted an eviction.
A few nights later Matt gave the nests an additional shot, and the next morning his Dad showed up. After surveying the nests briefly, Matt’s Dad grabbed a shovel, knocked down the nests and carried them to our burn pile.
Thank goodness the spray worked.
I’m a live and let live woman, but not in this case.