I agree, whole-heartedly. FUCK yellow jackets, the irascible little bastards! One of my greatest pleasures in life is locating a nest of them, waiting for nightfall, and then sneaking out and then pouring a whole gallon of gasoline down into the nest.
It usually works, but not always. A hive of them built a nest by the edge of a creek bank when I lived in NC, and the spring rains caused a landslide that took half the nest downstream. The half that was left in the creek bank looked to me like it went about 12 feet deep, and was around 7 feet wide.
I think that one would have taken more than a gallon of gas to kill off.
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It usually works, but not always. A hive of them built a nest by the edge of a creek bank when I lived in NC, and the spring rains caused a landslide that took half the nest downstream. The half that was left in the creek bank looked to me like it went about 12 feet deep, and was around 7 feet wide.
I think that one would have taken more than a gallon of gas to kill off.
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“Trouble rather the tiger in his lair than the sage among his books. For to you kingdoms and their armies are things mighty and enduring, but to him they are but toys of the moment, to be overturned with the flick of a finger.”
― Gordon R. Dickson, Tactics of Mistake
― Gordon R. Dickson, Tactics of Mistake