As a child, during the summer, one of my favorite pass times was playing in an old RV at my grandmothers. That old RV was a huge eye sore, but it had been there ever since I could remember. I spent countless hours in that RV playing everything from astronaut to cowboys and indians. There was just one problem. Every year the RV would become overran with wasps. Every kind of wasp you can think of. The big red ones that really hurt when they sting, the smaller brown ones that move slow but seem very smart, and the bastard tiny ones that operate in packs and always seem to find away to sting you. Each summer my friends and I would gather at the RV and asses the situation. Each summer there seemed to be increasingly more and more wasps. One could barely get close enough to see inside without getting tapped. Inevitably, most of my friends would suggest going somewhere else to play. Just move on to greener pastures if you will. Not I. I was bound and determined that we were going to play in the old RV. So what were we to do? We couldn't coexist with the wasps, they would destroy us. Of course, we couldn't sign a treaty with them due to the fact that they could not communicate with us. The only option, if we were to have that piece of real estate, was to destroy them. One morning, while it was still cool, I would dig out a large rain slicker, find a large hat that would protect the rear of my neck, grab some poison and a broom, and prepare myself for battle. My friends, for some reason, always seemed to want to stay outside and guard my rear. I would enter the old RV alone, and the fight would rage immediately. The fight would be fierce and I would receive some damage early on just due to the sheer numbers of the wasps. Sometimes it would seem that there was no way I could win on my own, and I would be tempted to just back out and relinquish the old RV to the enemy. I never did. The fight would last through the morning, and when it was completed, the bottom of the old RV would be covered with the remains of the wasps. At this point, you may be thinking that all we needed to do now was clean out the dead and dying and commence playing. You would be wrong. See, the wasps had nest all over that old RV. Nest that had dozens of infant wasps that were just itching to hatch and continue on with their parents fight. First we had to wipe them out. I would call in the slackers and we would hunt down each nest and destroy it. Now that the job was done, we were free to enjoy the rest of our summer. From time to time, wasps would attempt to invade our space and recapture the old RV. Their assaults were easily repelled.
Well, you know what they say; you learn something new everyday. :thumb: Now go play in traffic. :wink:
salty, you should have gotte some of that wasp freeze. It kills wasps instantly from 30 feet. We use it to clean out our deer stands. We get all the wasps. We never get stung.
