We had one in the loft space above the lounge. John went off climbing on the one weekend when they decided to invade my privacy via the radiator pipes!
So I sealed them in on the outside with mastic under the eaves - doing about a foot at a time then running like stink, till it was all done. So those that were in, were in and those that were out couldn't get in.
Then I rushed over to the hardware store and bought a couple of cans of wasp killer. Went upstairs, opened the hatch, did a big whoosh, then closed it quick. Then went back an hour later and did the same again - no idea how many times but i emptied both cans.

I sent John up to check as soon he came home on the Sunday night, didn't even get a chance to unpack his rucksack

and he called me up to help clear away all the dead bodies - what a beautiful nest it was - just like lace. I almost felt sorry............ but not quite.

I hate wasps!
Why are they in my world?
