So, I decided to deal with that wasp's nest with some [i]real[/i] advice. I read through all the comments until I found this one: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/229106910/0/0/1 So.. I decided to act. Filling up a small bucket with dawn dish soap water, or as I liked to call it, [b]Hiroshima 2.0[/b], I went out the front door and to my back yard, ready to show those wasps what happens when they try to spread communism throughout my yard. I snuck up silently. I could see the winged demons, tending to their little fortress, raising the next generation of harbingers that would reign destruction upon this earth. The fate of the universe rested upon my shoulders. Inside this -blam!-ing bucket. I was sweating bullets as I crept closer and closer, adrenaline and instinct constantly merging as one as I readied my attack. "GAH!" I shouted, thrusting a wave of Wasp Kryptonite toward them. ... [b][i]and I -blam!-ing missed.[/i][/b] The loud splash of the water on the porch instantly angered them, and I instantly shit my pants. In a terrified frenzy, I dropped the bucket and made a run for it, lest I be -blam!- to shreds by Satan's Minions. "Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit!" Was the only word my brain and mouth was able to express. I ran as fast as I could, until I was slowed down by one of the quicker ones, landing on the back of my neck. I freaked out and flailed my arms around trying my best to ward off my attacks. It worked, to some degree, but I was still managed to get stung twice, on my neck and back of my arm. Luckily, I made it back inside. But at what cost? I was traumatized. I sat down in my chair, contemplating my life. My existence. How millions of years of evolution brought forth me, a human being, yet I sat here defeated by insects. No. Not like this. I looked around the house, trying to find yet another container to hold the sacred poison of that which was to be given to the wasps. But, behold! My family had recently visited me for the 4th of July. My younger cousins had brought these cheap ass water guns and left them over... This. This is what I would end it with. I made another batch of soap water, renaming this one to [b]Hurricane Katrina.[/b] I filled up the stupid water gun and planned on resuming my attack within an hour. An hour passed, and I was ready. I snuck up once more, and there they were. It was a little later than usual, so I figured most of them would be at the nest to share their stories of murder and pillaging. I took a deep breath, aimed my weapon.. [i]squirt squirt squirt squirt[/i] The second blast actually managed to knocked the cursed nest down, and I capitalized on this. I aimed at the now fallen hive, blasting it with liquid -blam!-ing death. The wasps were defeated along with the nest. I stepped on them, just to add insult to injury and to confirm each and every kill. I started laughing. I had gone mad. But I had won. When I thought things were over, a lone straggler wasp came flying around my head, wanting revenge. I swung like crazy. "It's over!" I shouted. "Everything that you fight for is now a dead cause! This land is no longer yours!" I swatted until I no longer saw him. I assumed I had knocked him into the grass. I sighed, sweeping the dead wasps and nests into the grass as well, returning their demonic bodies to the ground. Now I sit comfortably in my chair, sipping coffee with some anti biotic cream on my elbow and neck. TLDR: -blam!- wasps.