lady at stable door: I live in that house there, we’ve just had a wasp nest treated and those left alive are a bit cranky, probably best to keep the cats in and the doors and windows shut
wendy: there’s a lot of them about this year
When I returned to my desk,
after a rejuvinating knob twisting with a fresh mug of tea ,
a helpful paper sign written in the style of Yoda had appeared on the window
Do not window open
The girl opposite asked whether these were the wasps from my garden, had they followed me to work?
Paul Bendell, MBPR, from Berkshire pest control took one look at the nest and in classic call-out service person style he shook his head slowly, sucked air through his teeth and said
Matrix watches the drive as Simon pulls-up.
is all that for me?
Yes, where do you want it dropped?
Oh, thank you! I dont have a wheelbarrow, here by the shed its going in would be good
It wont fit in that shed
Stacking the rest out doors should be ok?
yeah
I didnt tell him about the wasps, he didn’t notice.
While unloading Simon chatted to my neighbours. He visited at least one of them before leaving. Simon is a bit of a charmer. Who wood have guessed that would delivery and stacking could be this much fun?
The wasp nest in the Viburnum Tinus. A quick poll of my facebook contacts produced the unanimous decision to DESTROY, DELETE, DEVASTATE the nest. My friends don’t care for wasps.
The nest is quite quiet at the moment I can only ever see one or two wasps working on building the structure and one or two wasps coming and going, pressumably feeding the lava inside. It’s my first wasp nest, so with no real comparator it looks quite big to me, about 10 inched tall and 7 inches wide. Branches of the viburnum go through the nest. I suspect that destroyinh the nest will involve destroying part of the plant.
Friends varied in their favoured tactics of destruction. Suggestions included:
Person At Party In Garden (PAPIG): is [chap] coming to the party?
Wendy: I don’t know, I think he might be out of the country, he was in Australia on Monday
PAPIG: is he YOUR man?
Wendy: (calmly spills drink over wasp while gatheirng composure)…no, he’s not my man…
PAPIG: I thought that was strange… …I mean, your man being out of the country
Wendy: Oh (signifying a brain-stall prompted by the assumption that I possess a man that is averse to leaving the country)
