I love the summer. I love being barefoot, sleeping with the windows open, and spending as much time as possible outside. I love baseball, frisbee, and the Fourth of July. I love barbecues and picnics and afternoons at the pool.
Unfortunately, wasps love the summer as much as I do.
I had childhood run-ins with all kinds of wasps—hornets, mud-wasps, paper wasps, and wasps of unknown origin. I actually bled from a yellowjacket attack on a hiking trip when I was 11. I learned to hate them.
And they apparently hate me back.
Early this summer, I discovered a little papery wasp nest inside my Weber grill when I was preparing to kick off grilling season. I shooed Jasper and Emilie, 10, inside and was able to scoop the nest
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