I hate wasps. I’ve mentioned this before. So, obviously, what’s the absolute best thing to find in the eaves of the house? A bloody wasps’ nest! Yes! That’s just what I wanted. So we sprayed some kill-the-little-bastards foam on it, by which I mean that I hid in the kitchen and watched because I was scared. Fortunately, what I was expecting didn’t happen, because what I was expecting was for forty million furious half-poisoned wasps to come boiling out of the front of it and fly around stinging everything. Instead, nothing. Not a peep from them. So I hope they all died in their sleep.
Although, dying in their sleep is too good for them, I think. I hate wasps.