Sting operation

Well, the nest has been sprayed. Whether it will entirely alleviate our yellow jacket problem we don't know yet - only time will tell.

When Paul got home yesterday I told him that I was tired of killing the little buzzers and he needed to find the nest. This is what he found under the eaves on the east side of the house:




When he went out to spray it there weren't any on it, but the spray is supposed to be residual.

After he sprayed it, we walked all through the house trying to find where they're coming in. We're still baffled - there is no obvious entry point.

This is what the toyroom window and window seat look like:





We counted 28 dead yellow jackets in the sill and seat, not to mention the 4 that are in my office windowsill. AND the probably 10 that I've smacked on the front door screen just today.

The worst finally happened, though - Abby got stung just awhile ago. I told the kids to clean up the toyroom so that I could run the vacuum and get the dead ones out of the window. She knelt down to put something up and squashed one. She was so very brave, bless her heart. Only a few tears and I know yellow jacket stings HURT. I put a paste of baking soda and water on the sting and gave her a chocolate donut (ONLY because my mother got her on the phone and told her that was the best medicine for a sting. And now we all know why I'm fat - Mom always medicated with food when I was a kid, lol.) and she laid on the couch like the Queen of Sheba for 20 minutes reading a Junie B. Jones Halloween book and enjoying all the attention when the other kids wanted to look at it.

I'm ready for the reign of yellow jacket terror to be over. Now.