My dear, your mind works in strange, strange ways. LOL But honestly that's the last time I massacre a wasp nest. :) Thanks for the enlightenment (aka paranoia).

Glad I read this, since I thought it was Wednesday and the Thursday psych test pretty much cleared that up for me. I assume Harry's family no longer has much use for the machines he was going to use for that laundry. Any chance I can borrow them?

i'd be much more worried about the jesus tape. seriously.

That trash bag really adds something to the outdoor decor. Bet your friendly neighbors can't get enough of the view.

Yes. I would. Once upon a time, my siblings, friends, and I were having a crab apple fight and as I stepped back to let fly, I landed right on a nest of wasps. After doing my personal version of a tribal dance, followed by a mud bath (fresh from the Saco River), a hug, a kiss, and some ice cream to make everything all better, I, to this day, will bob and weave and without hesitation run like hell from a wasp, a bee, or a horsefly (yes, I have a nice little scar from one this summer). If there happens to be a can of raid close at hand, grab your gas masks...I will not hesitate to use the whoooooole can to make sure of certain death of said wasp. I hate bugs. Any bug.

GENIUS!!!
and to think, i hid as far back in my apt and attached stuff to a broom to make it long enough so i could swat down the nest from the comforts of behind the screen door. next time i'm using your method. :)

Having been stung on my left leg three times in one day last weekend while mowing the lawn in shorts and flip flops... (yes I stepped on an underground nest and was attacked... and yes it apparently takes me getting stung in the same spot of the yard three times in three passes across the lawn with the mower to realize a pattern) ...I have no mercy for the bees or wasps. I filled the underground hive with rubbing alcohol, and have an arsenol of chemicals awaiting any of their relatives to return.