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Living closer to nature means having a higher chance of competing in the great game of “survival of the fittest”. Having had my share of problems with yellow jackets and paper wasps, I want to annihilate them with great prejudice.
Before it gets too warm the nests need to go.
Oh so you can sting? Well I can stab you with a pole mounted knife.
Welcome to freaking wasp central
Bare feet offer optimal traction on a metal roof.
The knife’s angle is perfect for getting in there and cutting the single point attachment of these nests (horrible design btw but I expect no less of wasps).
They will be squashed and buried in snow for good measure.
Sad doesn’t begin to describe it
Pulling what can be used, no way we’ll eat the honey.
The last stand of the last nucleus of bees, all frozen in their last action. Barely decomposed as they probably lasted until a couple of days ago when the temperatures reached -15F.
The hive helped me find my way back home from the forest on more than one occasion. On an unrelated note, I ordered a borescope to see if the bees are still alive. If they are, I will built another top bar hive for next season for sure. If not I’ll have to consider what to do.
Seems like Rhode Island Reds refuse categorically to have anything to do with the snow. I kinda felt bad that they were staying inside all day so I made them a little patio with the help of my sister. It’s removable and will be extended upon next season.