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This is the second wasp nest I've discovered under our backyard overhang. The first one suffered a nuclear blast of toxic spray, because I assumed that's what you're supposed to do with a wasp nest. Selfishly, I figured it would serve as an excellent photographic subject. I mean, I would wait 24 hours as instructed, reach up and snatch the hive off of the panel and then walk into the studio and shoot incredible shots of a wasp nest. I got the ladder out, looked up, saw no signs of activity, and gently reached up towards the nest and buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....(insert schoolgirl squeal,running,toppled ladder,etc..)
Plan B in the operation came to me as I was washing out my eyes in the sink and realizing I might not have any explaining to do. I went into the garage and grabbed the painter's extension pole (15 feet), some tape, and a butter knife from the kitchen. The knife was just skinny enough to fit between the beams and extricate the nest from it's guarded spot. This time I had nerves of steel (from 15 feet away), because no amount of buzzing was going to deter me. After several passes of the knife the nest came falling down in pieces.
I assumed the nest would be a crispy, delightful, honeycomb that I could carry into the house to inspect and possible still photograph. 'Tisn't so. They are full of larvae, half formed wasps (think albino), and all around slimy whitish/yellowish substances (insert....well, you know by now).
Boys, you are safe and secure, you'll have no problems from me.