When I was a kid I was picking up pine cones while my grandmother was mowing the grass at their house on Lake Jackson. She ran over a nest of yellow jackets and they attacked me. Don’t remember quite how many bites I had, it was over a hundred, but I faintly remember them coming out of all of my clothes inside the house as they were trying to get them off of me, I couldn’t have been 8-9 years old. They told me I stopped breathing on the way to the hospital in Covington, but I made it.
Mowing grass just the other day and hit a nest in the front yard, probably got 4-5 bites on the back of the calf at the knee. Damn little bastards hurt for their size. I gotta kill the nest in the yard in the next couple days before my boys get into them.
I found a nest a year or two back and put the traps out that they sell at Home Depot, nothing really happened. Finally bought the foaming wasp spray and shot it down in the hole one cool morning and that did the trick.
Mowing grass just the other day and hit a nest in the front yard, probably got 4-5 bites on the back of the calf at the knee. Damn little bastards hurt for their size. I gotta kill the nest in the yard in the next couple days before my boys get into them.
I found a nest a year or two back and put the traps out that they sell at Home Depot, nothing really happened. Finally bought the foaming wasp spray and shot it down in the hole one cool morning and that did the trick.