I've used a spray can of upholstery glue I got at a casket factory to take care of wasps. It has a wide spray pattern and instantly glues the to the nest or gums them up where they can't fly.
Afterwards I just scrape the nest off.
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I've used a spray can of upholstery glue I got at a casket factory to take care of wasps. It has a wide spray pattern and instantly glues the to the nest or gums them up where they can't fly.
Afterwards I just scrape the nest off.
That would be good fun too...Quote:
Originally Posted by rum_runner
My maternal grandfather (my house is on the west side of his farm) taught me the gasoline-down-the-hole trick for yellow jackets (ground wasps) back in the 60s.
More recently, I use RAID Wasp & Hornet spray (the directional, high-volume stuff) ... knocks them down on contact.
When I locate a nest of the little buggers, I recon during the day to check for all of the entrances ... each will need a rock, which I locate and place nearby.
After dark I quickly seal all entrances but one, nuke it heavily and drop the last rock on it.
That usually solves the problem. :)
That's the stuff I like.Quote:
Originally Posted by Youngblood
That was always my recipe for revenge.Quote:
Originally Posted by Bob Womack
I find the tubes of powder wasp killer quite good that you squeeze and a white talcum powder like stuff comes out which you have to direct into the "front door" of the nest. The trouble is that you have to get quite close to the nest and the wasps all seem to come out of the nest to find out what the hell is going on and they aint half angry. :bash: You then see "white wasps" returning to the nest after they have calmed down a bit. I normally wear hand, head and face protection to minimise the risk of being stung when using this product.
Yup, apparently also called a Cave Cricket, yuck.....Quote:
Originally Posted by jonnyc
Rhaphidophoridae - Wikipedia
Or you could just do what my dopey son and his equally dopey pal did. Find the hole where the herd of wasps were going in and out of their ground hole and then put the hose of their industrial vacuum cleaner into it - and switch it on! Within 10 minutes the inside of the vacuum was a, well..... a wasps nest jamb packed with exzceedingly angry, totally ****ed off wasps just wanting revenge. The problem was that having got the wasps, how do they get out of the situation. Easy................ They just turned the vacuum off, ran for their bikes and scarpered leaving the boys mum and dad to solve that part of the situation!
A workmate thought that a sensible way of dealing with a wasp nest was to thrust an iron stake right through the middle of the nest during his morning coffee break. Unfortunately for him he got stung a number of times and went into anaphylactic shock which required a rather urgent trip to hospital.
My wife read somewhere that a cleaning product called "Formula 409" killed instantly and on contact. The bottle offered an adjustable stream that could be narrowed down to the point where you could shoot it thirty feet. It was quite satisfying to find a wasp starting a nest and either hit him on his nest from across the yard or even zap him in-flight and watch him immediately shut down and drop. It was just like firing a machine gun with tracers: you aimed, squeezed, and walked the stream onto the target.
One day my wife came and got me and said, "The boys have found a wasp building a nest in the back yard. Would you please squirt them with the 409?" She handed me a bottle with graphics very similar to 409, clearly a generic 409 knock-off. "I said, dear, we've only tried the real stuff. We have no idea what is in this clone." She: "Oh, I'm sure it will be fine." I stepped out the door, was shown the nest and perpetrator, took a couple of shots to sight in the bottle, and then took on the issue.
On my first squeeze I was probably two inches off and walked the stream right onto target. The enraged wasp, obviously totally unaffected by the generic spray and angry at the unwelcome bath, flew directly up the stream and stung me on my trigger hand before the last drops of my squeeze fell. Ow.
Not generic.
Bob