We had to spray a couple of wasps’ nests that were under the front and back porch eaves. I would have liked to find some humane way to deal with it, but there wasn’t anything we could do quickly enough, so, sorry to these wasps.
I keep thinking about being a wasp out on a little evening stroll and coming home to your nest, and finding the corpses of your whole family and all your friends scattered all over the ground. The survivor’s guilt that wasp would have! How could he process something so immediate and obliterating?
No analogy really springs to mind.