The Hunt

I had been tasked with taking care of a wasp problem we had. We had seen some flying up part of our siding, and then killed 10 or so in our basement that would be found walking on the floor. Small ones, looking like they were recently hatched.

I knew the next trip to Home Depot would include some spray.

On Friday, dad and I were preparing to make a trip there, so we went to measure something that was in the basement to get a replacement part. In the process of doing that, we disturbed some wasps, killed 4 or 5 and say 7 more that were now flying around the basement. We closed doors to keep them contained and headed to buy some spray.

Upon arriving home, we began the hunt. We found about 13 or so where we thought they would be and sprayed them. Then we turned our attention to where we thought they would be coming from and sprayed there.

Thus began our hunt. Over the next hour or so, we developed a system of drawing them out and killing them. In that time, only 3 got aggressive and flew at us, but each of those was swatted out of mid air with a fly swatter to then be stepped on.

We tallied 118 kills until we were satisfied that there weren't many left.

Saturday, we destroyed the hive, rid ourselves of all carcasses, and caulked the hole they had flown in to begin with.

It was a good hunt. 118 deaths, no stings.