Fab Foodie
hanging-on in quiet desperation ...
- Location
- Kirton, Devon.
Following on from the earlier wasp thread, the nest under our roof tiles just became too large and vibrant. They had to go. Last night at about 11.30 I donned a thick red fire-resistant overall, a towel around my neck, a facemask, safety glasses, head torch, my cycle helmet covered in a tesco bag and 2 tubs of Ant powder (also suitable for killing flying insects) one in each chest pocket of the overalls. I stepped outside to survey the battle-ground. All was quiet. I carefully ascended the ladder I set-up earlier with the help of my neighbour Terry, who said " You're gonna do WHAT?????".
I reached the guttering and peered over, the coast was clear. I let go with both bottles, under tiles in the gaps, under the lead flashing... it was a white-out. Ammo gone I withdrew rapidly from the scene to decontaminate myself.
This evening, not a single wasp, none. Victory is mine.
I reached the guttering and peered over, the coast was clear. I let go with both bottles, under tiles in the gaps, under the lead flashing... it was a white-out. Ammo gone I withdrew rapidly from the scene to decontaminate myself.
This evening, not a single wasp, none. Victory is mine.