Dang yellow jackets

jos51700 said

My grandpa used to just walk up to wasps and hornets while they were flying around, and he'd just clap them between his hands, right out of the air. The Standing Ovation of Death for those bastards.

I never could bring myself to try it. I never knew if he wasn't getting stung, or he just didn't feel feel it for the carpal tunnel and a lifetime of work callused hands.

I'm a pussy. Brake or carburetor cleaner melts them.

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This thread reminds me of a time when I was around 16 , came home drunk as a skunk, crawled up the stairs trying not to wake my dad, "he`d say get dressed , lets go build fence or some such punishment" , anyway I crawled in the top bunk and got nailed about 13 times by red wasps hiding under the sheet, no screen on window beside the bed /just an attic fan in it . Next morning all the spots just itched , or I might not have even remembered it --