Way back in in 1960 at age 16, a wasp dropped down inside the back of my Sunday go to meeting dress on the back stoop of our church. I screamed and mother dragged me into a Sunday school room and whipped my dress over my head and beat the wasp off my back. that hateful wasp got me 4 times before mother smashed him. I would get up and leave church when one came in our open windows with no screens and started to swoop around over our heads.
just in case you are fretting over my modesty, in the OLDEN days, we wore a full slip,
. since then the sighting of ANY WASP sends me running.
While scoping out the back yard for photo ops, I peered up at the pine cone a few feet over my head and realized I was admiring a pine cone that was sprouting a wasp nest.
I ran for my Knight in Shining Armour and
galloped walked slowly while shaking his head, to my rescue, reached up, pulled off the cone, and stomped the nest.
MY HERO and I really don’t CARE if they prey on other pest, if they cross my path they are GONE or I AM