Well, after being attacked by 3 wasps when I was hanging the bird feeder out, I figured it was time to take action. (Man, those things hurt! Got a sting right on the tip of my nose! Ended up looking like Jimmy Durante!) Mum and Dad brought over some wasp-killer stuff so I put about 5 layers of clothes on, sealed myself in a hood and the bug jacket, wore the extra-think rubber gloves, tucked my pants in my socks...you get the picture.
So I went out on the porch, stood on a chair, aimed and...nothing. The can had spray in it, but the mechanism must have been broken or stuck. Tried and tried, out on the deck as the loons were singing in the background (no, the irony was not lost on me) but nothing. So I stood there like an idiot, my nose still aching from the sting, my arm which took the other 2 bites also aching. Then I went inside and had another glass of wine. Sigh.
