Friday night, Joe and I came home around 9pm after eating some bad Chinese food.
As we went into the house, I found a toad on the doorstep. I like toads as opposed to frogs which I find somewhat terrifying. I think it's the slick wet look, their large eyes and scary long legs. That and growing up, I didn't encounter many frogs while toads I did. The last time this toad (I'm only assuming it was the same one.) was on the doorstep the corgis enjoyed barking at it and nosing it. I moved the toad aside to the flower bed and we got the dogs.
Joe and I both pointed the toad out to the corgis. They carried on but Sadie got really excited. I ended up scooping the toad up in fear that he was going to get crushed. And then...there was an electric shock through my body. I couldn't make words to explain what was happening. I essentially threw the toad and hurried inside. There was something in my shirt!
After some frantic dancing and swatting I got the shirt off and there was a bee in it! Actually, it was a yellow jacket which is a small hornet but lets call them bees. It's quicker. I continued to dance around topless and now Joe joined in. There were bees, angry bees, swarming us. We danced the dogs into the other room of the lower level and slammed the door. While a couple dozen angry bees swarmed lights in the dog room and the porch light outside, we were being attacked by a small handful. I ultimately had two stings-one on my arm and one on my side. They hurt!
Joe got the few in with us killed with an over use of wasp spray and geared up. By geared up, I mean he put on a hoodie, zipped it to the chin and pulled up the hood. He armed himself with all the wasp spray he could find and then went back to fight the battle against angry wasps. I changed my shirt an took a position to watch. And then promptly started dancing again as somehow another bee found its way into this shirt. I danced around topless this time also removing my bra convinced that was where the bee had been hiding. I tried hunting down a few resistors with a rolled up comic book (future value be damned! This is a crisis!) and was dive bombed. The offending bee spent some time in my hair. Not cool before hiding someplace and hopefully dying.
Joe meanwhile was faring well enough and had emptied the remainders of like two cans of bug killer on the bees.
We hosed down dog crates and washed food bowls.
Saturday morning, Joe had two more cans of wasp spray and he armed me with a shovel handle. I was to pull away mulch from the suspected area of the nest and he would spray it. I did and was fairly stoic about the whole thing. Apparently the best warriors had died in battle the night before. We destroyed the hive complete with larva/pupae using TWO full cans of spray. Someone can't stop.
All is well. The carnage of our rampage has been cleaned up. My side still hurts from the sting though.
Bee outline after being sprayed to death.
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