No doubt God had a good reason for creating wasps. I just have no idea what it was. Last week I finally arranged to transfer my internet service over from the one I had been using (which tended to be a disaster) to ATT. Which may or may not be a disaster—we’ll see. At any rate, when the very nice young man arrived to put in the new service, he discovered that under the edge of the roof right where he had to work was a gynormous wasps’ nest. And not any old wasps, either. The red-bellied kind. They are the nastiest, most irascible, and most active sort of wasps with a very bad sting. Although the young man looked like a warrior, he informed me that he is allergic to wasps stings. Since I had no desire to drag him down to the emergency room while he tried to breathe, I told him to go away until I could get rid of the things.
The pest control people are having a great season. It seems that everybody has wasps. I had to wait a week for them to come to my house, and then they came at seven in the morning. The pest controller sprayed and sprayed.
One of the few things I have learned about spraying for wasps is that there is always a sentry flying around outside the nest. If you can get him before he alerts his brethren, you can escape unscathed. If you don’t, he is going to sting you himself and notify his kinfolk that they are under attack.
The man swore that I was pest free. So I made another appointment to get the internet installed. A week later. It had then been two weeks since I made the original call.
Another young man came to install the service this time, only to discover that there was still a slough of wasps. He, however, was not allergic to them, or was faster, or cleverer, because he escaped unstung.
But I still had wasps. Again I called for the Killer of Wasps. This time he came at six in the morning. More spraying, more dead wasps. This time he swore we were pest free. I have not a clue whether we are or not, and since I do not have to work in that spot any longer, I have no intention of finding out. I have new internet installed, and it only took a month. I still have to call my original service and divorce myself. Then, I have to notify everyone of the change. I figure that should take—oh, maybe—six months or so.
The new flower beds in front of my house are finally in, however. I am trying desperately to remember to keep everything watered so that it won’t die, although a couple of the hostas look a bit crunkled up. Who wouldn’t, when the heat index is around a hundred and nine? Now, that is ridiculous!