What do you do when your website is infested with yellowjackets?
With one misstep and my best friend's first loudly shouted obscenity, a swarm -- an absolute swarm -- of yellowjackets surrounded our persons and stung us to holy fuck. These aren't your ordinary stinging insects: They can sting, and keep stinging, and keep stinging without dropping their abdomens. With a somewhat exaggerated reputation for being vicious motherfuckers, there's no denying one thing in particular: Yellowjackets do not like having their nests disturbed, and unwittingly, that's what we did. And they were PISSED.
Several dozen stings and several dozen screams later, our mothers rescued us and, later in the day, bought us toys either as compensation or as a reward for setting the Guinness record for most yellowjacket stings without a subsequent hospital stay. Ever since then, the formerly amicable relationship I had with yellowjackets was tarnished.
A few weeks ago, I came across this device in Home Depot. I don't know. One second I was buying paint, and the next I found myself in an aisle featuring 20,000 ways to kill bugs. To be perfectly honest, due to the wording on the package, I thought I was buying a way not to kill yellowjackets, but to capture and release them to safer, not-near-me pastures. I thought it'd be really cool to be a hero in the yellowjacket community, because maybe then they'd strike my name from their record book of people who committed past nest-mangling crimes that deserved to be stung to death.
When I checked the product's official site, I quickly realized that this was in no way, shape or form a method to make good with my enemies. Using a replicated sex pheromone to draw in yellowjackets, the insects find themselves trapped in the yellow tube and eventually die of dehydration. There is no current proliferation of yellowjackets near my home, so I will not be testing this product. I see no reason to kill yellowjackets just to prove that I can. Or, at the very least, if I was going to kill yellowjackets just because I could, I'd do it all private-like and not advertise it on the Internet. Because I hate painting myself as a fucker.
Most ominous of the product's features listed on the website is its "clear plastic tube," which is only clear so that you can tally up your "yellowjacket body count." I know we cannot coexist with yellowjackets, but man, that's just spiteful.
Truth is, I love insects. All kinds. I don't read much in the way of fiction, but you can catch me with some kind of insect encyclopedia on a pretty much nightly basis. I've read enough about yellowjackets to know that they're only worth killing if there's a horde of them trying to kill you. In fact, the bastards are far more interested in taking out flies, caterpillars and other assholes who conspire to ruin your home garden.
Reading up on yellowjackets has also taught me why my old friends and I were almost destroyed by them: They build their nests in the soil, and it's a safe bet that one of us stepped right on top of one. Look, if I had a needle coming out of my ass and some alien giant starting stomping on my house, I'd use it, too.
On the other hand, I hate it when these bastards lurk too close to my soda cans when I'm soda canning outdoors. In such cases, I give you full permission to slay.
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Posted by Matt on 08/23/2006. E-mail me!
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When I was a kid, I was talking to my neighbor over my fence when something flew up my dress and started stinging my legs, butt and back. I ran around my backyard screaming, but I guess the running around made it worse. Finally my mom and dad came out and carried me back inside and looked and a hornet had flown up my dress, and with me running around, couldn’t find it’s way back out. My whole back and everything was just a giant sting, I couldn’t sit or lie down for a week. Ever since then I’ve been afraid of flying stinging things.
Which is why, a couple weeks ago, I was floating in our pool, just hanging out. A wasp started circling me, so I splashed some water at it. I just wanted it to leave me alone, but I accidently threw too much water at it and it drowned. I guess it had friends hanging around and then I was being attacked by these pissed off wasps and I ducked underwater. When I came back up, they were still there waiting for me, so I had to get out and run into the house. Luckily I didn’t get stung.
Also, since everyone else is doing it, I’m linking to myspace. I’m an infrequent poster, so noone really knows me on here, but now you can at least see what I look like.