I ran over a yellow jacket nest several years ago while walking behind a DR power mower and got stunk dozens of times. I left the mower right where it was and ran for the hills. About a half hour later we went back to try and retrieve the mower and the tenacious buggers were still attacking the thing.
We retreated to the safety of the back deck and tried to find out where the nest was, hoping to see a bunch of buzzingbastards, but didn't see any. But what I did find odd was that I heard the familiar buzzing of Bald Faced Hornets (BFH)......and they were buzzing around the deck now. Yes. I can tell the difference between a yellow jacket, honey bee and BFH buzz. Don't ask me how. Anyways, I asked Paul if he was sure it was a yellow jacket nest in the ground and not a BFH nest (in the trees) he disturbed. He was certain. I was able to whack one of the buzzing offenders on the back porch and positively identified it as a BFH. Where were these guys coming from now?! I took a little walk around the house and found a BFH nest right under the joists for the back deck. Great. Not only yellow jackets, but now BFH. Right under where I hang my laundry. Luckily, that same evening we had company (i.e. somebody else to hold the flashlight) and Paul and Aaron took up the manly job of destroying the nest after dark.
A paper wasp nest had been built in the smaller pen and I hadn't gotten around to taking it out. Partially because I'm lazy, but partially because I've never been really bothered by the paper wasps and unless they're like right in front of my face, I leave them pretty much alone. They are also very non-aggressive and the fact that I've seen them actively pollinating my garden helped with their survival as well. They are so tame that I even feed Nettie in that smaller kidding pen every single morning. They kind'a just shuffle around a bit when we go in there, keep a multi-faceted eye on us, and we both go on with our day. I watched that nest go from a single celled nest being cared for by the lonely female to what it had become today. I almost kind'a grew fond of them. Well, not really. But for what it's worth, I did feel badly when I had Paul destroy them yesterday.
Yes. I put a hit on them. Brutally murdered them. But it had to be done. I figure that the cleaning out the stall and the subsequent addition of 30 or so baby chicks and the constant in-and-out happenings of taking care of said chicks on a daily basis would eventually lead to me getting my first sting from a paper wasp. Yeah, I know, I could have carefully taken down the nest at night, and relocated the residents somewhere else. But that didn't happen. Call PETA on me. Do they care about insects or is it just animals? Oh well. For now we are relatively wasp-free and I'm happy.