Recently one of my sons made a lap or two on my walking path. Soon he came dashing back into the house stripping clothes off as he ran. "Yellowjackets!" he shouted as he ran for ice and tried to count the stings.
I was puzzled--I have walked the path most days for months, cut the grass with the mower or tractor, and picked blueberries a few feet from where he said he had met up with them.
A careful search revealed a hole in the flat earth, mostly covered by sod, and only a few feet from the blueberry bushes. I don't know how I escaped them all spring and summer for I have certainly walked over them more than once!
We sprayed the entrance with wasp spray and this morning found that a night creature had pulled some ofl the nest from the hole.
