Ritual Burning


So, I think they were dead already. I hadn’t seen anything fly out of there since my neighbor threw gasoline at it. But the nest was creepy so I burned it up anyway. Since I hadn’t seen anything flying around it, I didn’t wait for dark. And I did it by myself! Now that I’ve “helped” one time throw gasoline on a nest, I would do it again by myself, too. Sometimes I’m just scared to do something the first time and need someone there to figuratively hold my hand. Then I’m fine after that. This was one of those times.

And if they weren’t all dead before, they’re all dead now!

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on July 28, 2013  

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  1. 7-28

    Yay Suzanne! Good for you! We’re proud of you.

  2. 7-28

    Good on ya Suzanne! I’m the same way too…. show me once and I’m good to go, otherwise my imagination runs away with me and I work myself into an anxiety attack.

    That’s bravery, taking on those stinging insects, I do not think I could do it, even if shown how first.

    Kudos to you and happy stinging-insect free day too :snoopy:

  3. 7-28

    I’m with you on the creep-factor of that nest. It made me want to hide my eyes, and the sight of it burning is very very satisfying. Good for you!

  4. 7-28

    I bet it is a relief to have that taken care of. So true for me too, show me once(or 2,3,4 or 5Xs) and usually I am good to go. We learn and gain courage from watching, helping, experiencing and our mistakes…its all good, its all gain as long as we keep trying. Your blog archives are proof of that, thanks for sharing so much with us!

  5. 7-28

    Now would you PLEASE take a chain to that piece of equipment and attach it to your tractor and get it out of there and let a junk man have it or sell it for a lawn decoration?
    You did GREAT!!! :woof:

  6. 7-28

    I’m glad you are alright. I was getting slightly worried there for a minute or ten.
    Good for you learning the hard ropes too!

  7. 7-29

    Yellow Jack, Yellow Jack,
    Fly away home.
    Your house is on fire.
    Suzanne made it burn.
    Your children will … OW!


    — Old Mother Goosington

  8. 7-29

    The attachment is a scraper thingie and it DOES get used. I don’t wanna give it to a junk man.

  9. 7-29

    Suzanne, perhaps now that “you” own a 4-wheeler, Ross or Adam might build a storage bldg. across the road for it, the tractor, and various other pieces of equipment to keep them out of the weather (and keep away critter nests). Just a suggestion…I think you mentioned a while ago about him wanting to build a garage over there.
    And just a thought…you might want to check under the hood of the tractor, maybe the hornets are building in there too. They did in our snowmobile once.

  10. 7-29

    We used to let the horses graze back of the barn (where we had tractor and attachments on the field) after they had a bath, until we put them in their stalls. I still remember the time one mare started chomping on grass near a tractor attachment and got a mouthful of yellow jackets, which all stung her. She bucked back, the other horses all started running around and one got hurt running into another tractor part. We don’t do that any more. Tractor attachments in grass are a magnet for yellow jackets and I think dangerous for the animals, now. We moved the attachments to a shed.

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