The competition for the strangest place to find a wasps’ nest, that is. Last year we decided that the car exhaust pipe took 1st place, followed by the golf bag in 2nd and the chicken coop taking bronze. (See what I did there? Little Olympic reference for you.)
This year has been pretty boring so far, bird boxes, garden sheds, under eaves, inside the void behind fascia boards. I do tend to get a bit confused between fascias, flashing and soffits when referring to people’s roofing apparatus so I’d just had a revision session with the boss and drawn myself some diagrams when I rolled up to a lady who told me ‘they’re all going in and our under me suffixes’. I had no right to giggle really.
But then it happened, this year’s first entry, the nest in a concrete mixer.
It’s still a bit quiet, 3 or 4 nests a day, nothing near last year’s mayhem of 17-20 callouts a day, not counting the ones we were to busy to catch on the phone, but that has given me the time for a bit of scenic photography. It’s not a bad commute around the moorland, beats the M25 any day, and possibly even the 401.
There have been other pests to take up the non-wasping time this week, most notably fleas. We think there’s a brand of flea becoming immune to the Frontline pet treatment, judging by a surge in people calling in a panic because they’re infested despite being fanatical about prevention. One looks a bit terrifying arriving at the door in paper suit and mask but thanks to the boss’s wise advice to tuck trouserlegs in socks and spray legs with insecticide before entering, I haven’t brought any fleas home. I’ve added the personal precaution of special fleaing socks, which stay in the van at all times, in a bag full of more insecticide. My pesting shoes appear to be rotting though.
Oh yes, the van. We got livery! Very exciting, I can’t decide if I’m more cock-a-hoop about the fancy new qr code or the wasp on my bonnet. Not so sure about being thewaspman though, I am lobbying for purchase of thewaspwoman.com for next year.
Next week…bedbug news.