I texted Morgan last night.
Me: “It’s almost dark. Time to kill the yellow jackets. Jim’s on the way.”
Morgan: “Put on long sleeves, gloves, and a ski mask.”
Then she started making lists of things she wanted me to buy for her before she comes home and calling me Egor.
I texted a friend.
Me: “It’s almost dark. Time to kill the yellow jackets. My neighbor’s on the way.”
Friend: “Set fire to the nest.”
Then I told him my neighbor was on my back porch and I had to go.
I didn’t have long sleeves, gloves, or a ski mask, but I was wearing jeans. My neighbor didn’t plan to set fire to the nest, but he poured gasoline in a bucket and handed me his flashlight. We went down to the nest. He said, “I’m going to throw this at the nest. Then we’re going to run.”
I pointed the flashlight at the nest and he threw the gasoline at it. Then we ran. (And nobody got stung.)
The nest this morning:
I think I saw a yellow jacket. Or my imagination might be in overdrive. I’m going to set fire to it tonight for good measure.