re: Meaner wasps. Red wasps, yellow jackets or hornets?

horse fly.

Back in the late 80’s every Sunday we rode dirt bikes at a reclaimed surface mine, better known as the Strip Pits climbing hills that we named Moses, Mutt&Jeff and 5th gear hill etc…

There would be anywhere from 50-100 ppl riding on any given Sunday. One particular Sunday a dude from Michigan visiting relatives was riding his cousin’s Quadzilla 500 and wanted to tag along so we let him.

He had to take shite later on so we stop while he walked behind a big spoil pile to do his business. The dude come running out from behind it screaming in a northern accent “Jesus Christ these yellow flies are eating my arse up!” Dude shite by a yellow jacket nest in the ground. I was rolling on the ground laughing and the rest of the day we kept saying “ Jesus Christ these yellow flies are eating my arse up!” Never forget that

In the 70s we used to play a game called “wasp run.” We would find these wasp nest around -they were always under the eaves on the second story. We would then throw tennis balls at them until someone hit the nest, then you run and see who gets stung. It was actually fun as hell. Typically the person who hit the nest would get stung first because he would stand there and admire the throw a bit too long.

I nailed a big nest once and two wasp hit me like a cruise missile, right down on me and stung me on my ear so bad it really fricked up my equilibrium and I walked funny for days. Lol.

They would build the nest back in a few days and we would start again. (We were little terrors) For you libtards, rarely was a wasp killed.


And our parents said, after the fact because we were free range kids, “serves you dumbasses right. Leave the wasp alone.” But we did what the frick we wanted because we were free range kids

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With that said, I kill every wasp and frick with every wasp nest that I’ve ever come across because I despise them that much. I have a personal vendetta against wasps.

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Every spring I dust the usual places where they build nests.

I think every time I have to move old crossties, yellow jackets are just waiting to attack. And they will chase you for a country mile. I hate them.

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Yellow jackets. Nothing like having them evil bastards come out of the ground while you're bush hogging. An old tractor won't out run them.

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Twice I've run over them with a push mower and the foot race commenced. They won.

One time hit a rotten downed tree while bush hogging right next to a creek with a high bank. My fight or flight was kicking in while realizing the tractor may go over the bank.
They won...13 times including 3 stings to my face.

Yellow jackets are the assholes of the insect world.

Those two yellow jackets that flew up my short britches while I was playing left field at the church softball game, caused quite the scene. I was just standing there minding my own business when the things got a little crazy. All I could do was grab handfuls of shorts and squeeze, hoping whatever the hades was in there would stop, all the while jumping up and down reciting my Sunday school lesson backwards. The swelling was impressive but could have done without the pain.

Several years ago, my son got stung on the tongue by a yellowjacket. We were at a skeet tournament, and he was sitting on a bench eating a hotdog while watching some other kids shoot. The yellowjacket landed on the hotdog and he didn't notice it was there when he took a bite. His tongue swelled up huge and the er doc said we were very fortunate that it stung him on the front of his tongue instead of the back, closer to his airway. It was a pretty scary situation.