Just so you know, when you see the yellowjackets start to sort themselves out of the dirt you just disturbed, THAT is when you should drop the shovel and just run for the back door.
I am fine, thanks, but I don’t think I’ll be planting that witch-hazel tonight.
Hmm. Irony there, eh?
Oh, yeah. I just did this a few weeks ago. One of them got me on the ass.
I think the worst case of human vs. nasty nest-o-wasps was when a neighbor’s child was riding his brand new tricycle, and he managed to ram the base of a tree. Out came the wasps! His mother was just next door, and off I ran to get her so we could extricate the child from the swarm. [This was about 11 years ago; I honestly can't remember how we got him to safety, just that it was rapid tricky work.]