wasps nest
I had a City Council Pest Control guy round yesterday to sort out a wasps nest I’d discovered in the electricity meter cupboard on the side of my house. He took a look at it in the corner of the meter cupboard, listened as I said they were entering underneath it, and said, “Oh yes, what you can see there is just the tip of it. I’d say that the total size is about… this big,” he gestured with his hands a span of about 4 feet. “It’ll be in the wall cavity to the left of the cupboard.”
THERE WERE WASPS IN MY WALL CAVITY. No amount of exclamatory punctuation can even come close to expressing my horror.
I shuddered back into the house and he got out his beekeeper’s protective clothing and powder poison canister and nozzle, and set to work. I watched from the (firmly closed) upstairs side window as a load of white coated wasps flew away. He also pulled down the visible part of the nest, told me that any wasps currently out foraging would return soon and get the poison on them too, and took a £48 cheque off me.
I didn’t go near the cupboard until this morning. Sure enough, the visible part of the nest is in pieces, and there’s a hole in the wooden backboard of the cabinet that the wasps must have eaten their way through to get into the wall cavity.
The pest control guy expressed his surprise that I haven’t seen any wasps in the house. I reckon they’re hiding in the loft. I’m never going up there again.
