The pain shot up my arm from my hand like fire. I had no idea at all what I had done, but whatever it was, it hurt really bad.
I pulled my hand out from inside of the newspaper box we have set up in front of Dierberg’s, looking to see if I could find any wound or reason my hand would be hurting so bad. I began to think about what could have happened. Did I stab myself on something? No, there was nothing but empty space where I had previously had my hand. Did something bite me? Maybe. I bent down to look in, hoping I didn’t see a snake or venomous spider.
That’s when I saw the nest and realized I had been stung. Wasps had invaded my newspaper box in the short time since I had placed last week’s newspapers in it.
After I calmed down a bit, I closed the box and went inside the store to buy the biggest can of Raid I could. A little over six dollars later I positioned the Raid can’s sprayer over a hole on the back of the box. Liquid death rained down upon the nest, instantly killing the eight wasps and multiple larvae housed within it.
While my hand hurt the rest of the night, I felt vindicated. Mess with me will they? ME?!? BWAHAHA!!!!
I checked all of my other boxes that night and found no other infestations. Since then, I’ve gone back to Dierberg’s, swapped boxes with a clean one, and taken the one full of Raid to be cleaned. It was a lot of work to get rid of those little pests.
Anyway, the takeaway from this little tale is maybe look real quickly before you stick your hand inside of a box that sits outside all week. You never know what nature may have crawled up into it.
The nest and the sting: