Anne Miller wrote:I don't understand the point you are trying to make though there are many more kinds of bees than your illustration shows and yellow jackets look nothing like bees.
Todd Parr wrote: I believe the point being made was that bees are awesome, and yellow jackets/hornets suck. And I couldn't agree more.
paul wheaton wrote:I didn't make the document, I found it.
I would also like to see this format greatly expanded.
I had an experience once on Haida Gwaii crossing a swamp full of tall salal. I was walking on a large spruce log (maybe 4 feet diameter) which had fallen in from a peninsula, stepping over stiff intertwined salal branches, carefully and fairly slowly when my foot crushed through the log, punching my leg, groin deep into the rotted out hollow core. I pulled my leg out with difficulty, and recommenced my journey on the log, carrying a 5 gallon pale of wet chantrelles in each hand (thankfully only a few had spilled down deep into the swamp water) and another bucket full on my back pack frame. After about ten feet of walking, I heard what sounded like a giant double sized off-highway logging truck blasting down a logging road, which I knew could not possibly be the case since I was about 2 miles up a mountain from the nearest road. When I turned to look, there was a column of bald faced black hornets blasting out of the hole, like the exhaust from an antique coal locomotive. It must have been a massive multi-queen hive. I knew that if I reacted in fear, they would sense it, and I would be stung, and if I was stung for sure I would not be able to suppress some kind of reaction. If I was stung once, I was sure that I would be stung a thousand times. I did not, nor could I, run. I turned, and with the mantra in my mind, "I am not afraid; I'm going to make it out of here without getting stung." I carried on very slowly --a slow motion mime of my previous actions, all the way to the upturned root cluster of the spruce. There I turned around and the hornets were still in the same location, milling about, but none had approached me. I thanked my lucky stars that the hive wasn't directly below me when I crushed through the rotten tree. They must have been quite a bit further down the hollow center. I would certainly be dead from anaphylaxis if I had been stung by so many. Nobody could withstand that many stings. I was so grateful also for my intuition to suppress both my fear and the subsequent reactionary response to seeing such scary and potentially deadly thing so close.
I was stung by a wasp once many years ago when I was scared of them. My entire body language would have been one of fear. Near a predatory creature, I was practically begging to be stung
Todd Parr wrote: I can only think the people that talk about peacefully co-existing with these assholes has never met one.
Roberto pokachinni wrote:You vacuum up some pebbles too; so have some ready. I forgot to mention that. The wasps get beat up pretty bad on the way down the hose and into the chamber in the first place. The pebbles finish off the stragglers. Im assuming since they need water, they die of dehydration if not the wounds. It's fairly brutal but it works and I don't get stung. If I can't get the shop vac near them, I throw lances at the nest periodically and run like hell. Sooner or later they tend to get the idea that they should move.
Alex Arn wrote:During the height of caterpillar season, I love watching hornets hunt on my fava bean and brassica plants. Have not been stung yet.
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