Wasps, my friend, Alex, reminds me, are some of the most advanced creatures on Earth. But when they advance on me and my meal while I’m dining on my patio, they earn a chemical ride to Kingdom Come.
Over the last week, I used bee bombs to take out more than 30 small wasp nests under my eaves. That helped, but somehow a sleep cell survived and continued to send a drone to terrorize me while I dined. Finally, I tracked one back to it’s base: a spot under the flame spreader of my propane grill.
Before and after launching my attack, I photographed the nest and bugs; before with a telephoto lens, after, when close-up distance became safe, with a micro lens. Because these critters are best dealt with toward the end of civil twilight, I used a flash.
The steel shell protecting the sleeper cell.
Unshielded, clinging to the nest in formation.
A cuddle? Or, an attack?
How the nest was attached to the sheet metal.
T.U. after being sprayed.