Anticlimax

We have/had a Hornet's nest in the eave of the house. Leslie noticed this the other day and decided to do something about it. Okay. That's great. Except that with the recent "fireplace cleaning", the "paint on the stairs incident" and various other house-y things gone awry, I was a bit trepidatious. I mean, this Hornet Problem wold involve chemicals and heights and probably very angry stinging, flying bugs. I did what any normal person would do- I grabbed my camera so I could document any potential, umm, happenings. You can see the nest in that crappy picture above- if you squint. It's the dark blob at the top angle.

This is my brave and stout husband- reading up on his chosen method of Hornet Death and Destruction.



This is his game face. We are ready to go.....

This was his/our method. Death Dealer to hang out of the second story window as far as he can and Assistant/Photographer to hold onto his waistband to prevent falls and/or death on the pavement below. Good plan. I think OSHA would be all over this.

This is a view from the driveway. That's how far a potential fall could have taken us. And I say US because I am always included in any injuries sustained, any chili sauce gone wrong in the car even if it wasn't MY damn chili dog- I am just saying. I get the dirty end of the stick no matter what. So I was convinced that I would end the day with at least a hornet sting if not a cracked rib or femur.
So we confined Ev and Billy in her room with closed windows and a towel covering the bottom of the door.
Les dropped the window.
I hung onto him with one hand and my camera with the other. Braced myself ...
Les hung out the window while standing on the office chair. He sprayed.
And.....
nothing.
He sprayed, hit the nest and made it back in safe and sound. No stings, no buzzing, no need to scream.

I was so disappointed.