We took a week of vacation and although we missed the farm and our furry and feathered friends and my gardens – sometimes you just need to get away. It was nice to come home – until we found we had squatters living in our house. Yes, they broke in while we were gone and took up residence. Yellow jackets had taken over our bedroom. Not just one or two – but a lot of dead ones on the window sills where they died in frustration trying to get out the windows, and several more flying frantically around looking for a way out. We do sometimes get the errant wasp that seems to come down from the attic, but I couldn’t figure out how this many yellow jackets were getting into the house. The next day there were more, and the day after – still more. We checked the windows – the screens all seemed tight. We checked the attic for a lot of buzzing – but it was quiet. I sat quietly and watched the fan vent in the bathroom waiting for a yellow jacket to make it’s entrance – but nothing happened. And then we went to bed. Just as I was dozing off – I got stung, THREE times – on my leg – under the covers. And it HURT!
It was WAR!
In the light of the day I started ripping apart the bedroom – and then I noticed – saw dust, and dead yellow jackets on the roof of the porch – just to the left of the window on my side of the bed. They definitely had a nest – but we have a stone house. Doesn’t one trump the other? You would think!
These nasty yellow jackets had burrowed into the wooden window sill, through two feet of wood and stone, and made an entrance into the bedroom behind my night stand. I put my ear against the window sill – and it was a-buzzin’!! After several doses of bug spray applied with one of those tiny wands into the entrance holes both in the bedroom and outside the window, all is quiet. Chris shoved some steel wool into the holes so there will be no more yellow jacket traffic in and out of our bedroom.
As for the pictures – when we were in the throes of trying to get rid of these things – I forgot to take pictures. I could show you a picture of my leg with a huge, red welt – but that’s not a good picture either.
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Kind of ironic, since your last posting was all about bees too.
I’m sorry you got stung (three times and under the covers no less!), and I’m glad to hear you won the war!
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It is ironic – we extracted 60 some pounds of honey and I didn’t get stung by the honeybees, but I got stung in my own bed by the yellow jackets. They might have won the battle – but I won the war!
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Bee stings truly hurt. Sorry you were stung. Glad you have bee 🐝 proofed your home
Hope your vacation was fantastic 👏👍
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Are you sure they weren’t carpenter bees ? We had some years ago in our first appartment
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They really were yellow jackets – which I didn’t expect. Don’t they usually make nests in the ground? These guys made a whole nest under the window sill. They’re gone now!
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Oh boy! I cringe when I hear anything about bees, wasps, yellow jackets! And to be stung in your own bed! I can’t imagine! Like a Stephen King novel or Alfred Hitchcock and the Birds!!
Mark did battle with a mud wasp nest in our eve this summer and we did have yellow jackets in our attic the year before that we also had to spray and kill, kept finding them in the bedroom where our grandkids sleep. So glad you got them!!!
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Unschöne Geschichte, im Schlafzimmer, auf dem Bein und Honig geben sie auch keine diese gelben Tierchen! Hoffen, ihr habt es nun im Griff und sie kommen nicht wieder. Aber so ist das Leben auf der Farm, abwechslungsreich und immer voller Überraschungen.
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Around this time of year, the bees start realizing that their time is coming to an end! I’ve have more violent encounters with bees in September than I care to remember. Glad you were able to figure it out, but so sorry it was after a disrupted night of sleep. :o(
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Oh my goodness what a nightmare especially since you had such a nice cruise. So sorry you were stung!!!
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