It’s September, the buckle-down, summer’s over, back-to-school month. The hint-of-autumn, apple crumble, crispy morning month. I love that it’s starting on Labour Day this year, so we can launch the buckle-down month with a lazy Labour Day. And I love that the weather’s nothing short of glorious.
The first thing I did when I got up this morning was look up the word transmogrification, because I awoke several times during the night wondering “What is transmogrification?”
Transmogrification: (n): the act of changing into a different form or appearance (especially a fantastic or grotesque one).
Then I went and looked in the mirror to make sure everything was okay.
After showering and feeding Duncan, I settled back down at my computer and googled “how to destroy a wasp’s nest.”
My next-door neighbour, Brian, pointed out yesterday that there was a wasp’s nest on the wooden box outside my back fence. I thought he was just pointing it out as a thing of interest or a conversation piece. GC thought maybe he was pointing it out because it was on my property and it was a nuisance to him so he thought I should do something about it.
That made sense too.
But, instead of doing something about the wasps yesterday, I continued on with Plan A, which included canoeing and biking and cooking and eating, and I added “do something about the wasps” to today’s to-do list.
But do what about the wasps exactly? My first instinct is to live and let live. As far as I know, we all get just one life and when it’s gone it’s gone. Life is precious, and it doesn’t matter if you’re a wasp or a human being, it’s all you’ve got, it’s all you’ll ever have, it’s everything. The idea of doing something that would wipe out the lives of a dozen wasps makes my conscience queasy.
[Brief break while I google "how many wasps in a wasp nest." (From Wikipedia: "Social wasp colonies often have populations exceeding several thousand female workers and at least one queen.")]
At any rate, I can’t do anything about them today since the stores are closed and this job requires products, nerves of steel and moral gymnastics.
But when I am ready, I think I’m going to use this method, which I found on WikiHow:
“Spray adhesive works remarkably well (better than some poisons) and is about the same price. The wasps may begin to come out but will get stuck to the nest and then each other clogging the exit hole. Spray plenty of it on the exit after they have stopped coming out for the returning wasps. Spray adhesive however does not work for bees which unlike wasps will eat the dead clogging the hole, wasps will not.”
Either that or I’ll see if my brave young friends Daniel and Dakota are still in the business.