yellow jackets took up residence in our garage. we couldn't see quite where - they were zooming in and out behind a big bunch of garden rakes, shovels, hoes that leaned in a corner. after we searched the internet (google "winged spawn of satan") i devised a plan involving fishing line and a bungee cord to pull the tools over from inside the house. i gathered materials and made my plans. meanwhile john went out one night and just stealthily moved all the tools.
three nest holes were in the dirt and bark rubble of the garage floor. during the day the WSOS poured in and out and threatened anyone who came near. winter is coming and we have 6 cords of wood dumped in the driveway to stack in the garage. something must be done.
after more research, and suggestions from chemist friend Liz, John purchased some stuff to spray. i had my doubts. but one coolish night (last night) he suited up in heavy shirt, hat, pants tucked into socks, heavy gloves and headed out on his mission.
in just one minute he was back in the house laughing. our resident skunk, Old Whitey, had found the holes and was digging up the nest! yum! go Whitey! we'll see later today how that worked out.
while we were laughing over this, hank and barney were tearing up the kitchen. what? what? a moth? a LIVE MOUSE! their first! being just over a year old, and shelter kittens, their moms never taught them catching and killing. they were doing pretty well at chasing. John managed to chase it out the back door. knowing mice, it'll be back.