On Friday evening, after choir practice, a fellow chorister asked me if I could do anything about the wasp nest in her compost heap. It had been a nuisance for ages but had suddenly gone quiet. I took a peep and no wasps were to be seen, but it was in the cool of the evening. I didn’t probe as we were unprotected and I’m allergic to wasp stings.
Later that evening I was chatting with a pal who is a gardener. He also asked me if I could help with a wasp nest in a customer’s hedge that she wanted cutting back. That nest too had suddenly gone quiet.
Next morning, armed with a can of wasp spray, some seccateurs and my anti-histamines I went to investigate. The lady told me where the nest was – in a cotoneaster hedge against a wall of the bungalow and adjacent the path. I soon found the nest. It was big! Bigger than many swarms.
There was no sign of life so, gingerly at first, then more confidently, I cut away the twigs that ran in front of and through it, enabling me to remove it intact. It is now sat on my freezer and, when I have finished examining it myself, I think I shall ask whether the school would like it for nature study.
So maybe we don’t have to worry about marauding wasps until next year. Last year they wiped out a complete apiary of 4 prosperous hives, taking brood, stores, the lot!