My life holds few distinctions. So when we found an enormous yellow jacket hive in our back yard, Of course I am going to blog about it! Ironically, this summer had not been bad for wasps--then they came out in a blaze in about September. I kept walking around the house looking in the eves for nests, but never did find one. One day I was outside when I happened to look up and watch a yellow jacket's flight path. It flew straight into a huge nest at the top of our hedges. I hadn't seen it before because the leaves blocked the view. But with the leaves falling, we could see it. I would like to go on the record saying that I wanted to just leave it for a few weeks till we had a good cold snap and they died on their own. Levi felt we should be a little more proactive about it. He read that they can't fly if it is below 50 degrees outside. So last Saturday morning, when the temperature was about 30 degrees he and Bridger went out cut it down, saturated it in lighter fluid and torched the dang thing. I refused to join in the "fun" as I figured once the nest started burning, it would quickly warm up to past 50 degrees and I envisioned a swarm of wasps coming out to get me. The boys came in elated. Two of their favorite things...danger and fire.
