I found a yellowjacket nest last summer. Actually, it found me as I was working nearby. I heard a few buzzes and saw a few flying insects but didn't think too much of it. Then I recognized the sound as coming from a wasp so I turned to run. Yea, run. At my age a run resembles an awkward mosey. I got hit several times and them little so n so's chased me for a hundred yards.
I ironed up with some spray foam with a range of 20 odd feet and a mist fogger for flying insects to recon the nest site. I built a trail so I could flank them and started my assault. The wind was at my back so I got as close to the nest as I dared and hit the opening with the foam. Advancing to the site under an old uprooted cedar stump I kicked it open and deployed the spray mist in the wind so it drifted into the best.
The queen sent many warriors and they died by the hundreds. It was a bloodless bloodbath. I thought I heard a tiny "hurray" when I ran out of mist. The foam is good for bombardment from range, but it ain't for shit in a dogfight up close and personal. That was my "Holy Crap!" moment.
I turned and mosied back to the safety of my shop to step up to the next level. I wasn't certain what that was but I needed to give it a good think.
Above the door in my shop hangs a 12 gauge pump loaded with 3" magnum turkey loads #4. I was not messing around.
Feeling like an old Rambo, I took my flanking trail back to the nest and opened fire. It seemed surreal and slowed down after the first shot. The gun seemed to pump fresh rounds into the chamber by itself. I kept firing until I ran out of shells.
When the shotgun loads hit the stump it started moving just
enough to expose the nest itself and the reserve attack squadron.
Shotguns are good for bombardment from range, but ain't for shit as a club against pissed off, shot up waspers! I suffered battle wounds for a second time but was not detered. I now had a plan of attack!
I returned to the shop and retrieved my brush burning wand. It is a four foot wand with a 10 foot hose attached to a propane bottle. That four foot wand was too short for this kind of work, but it was all I had.
I fired that mother up and stuck the flame to the opening. Wasps died as flaming alphas. Finally I had them trapped. I saw a few get out but I had won the war.
I kicked open the rest of the nest and dragged it out. It was huge. Had to have been there a few years.
I can now identify yellowjacket wasps by the sound of their buzz and if I hear one do not be in front of me. I'll run smack over your ass getting away!😂