We had to remove a wasps nest from the top of our rabbit hutch a few days back. It was a magnificently girlie affair, with both of us scampering backwards and forwards trying to get the nest out without being stung. We did manage it, you'll be pleased to know, and ended up with the nest on a plastic tray on the the patio table.
It was a fairly small affair, probably around 10 grown wasps including the queen and a bunch of eggs which they were still faithfully tending to despite what must have been a fairly traumatic experience of having your house ripped from it's nice warm, dark cave and dumped in a bright cold tray. We didn't really know what to do with them but decided not to do anything obviously nasty like chuck them in the bin. The next day, the wasps were still there, tending their eggs much to Mrs Mungo's surprise. She felt so sorry for the predicament she'd left them in, and so impressed with their maternal instinct, that she moved them to the greenhouse to give them a bit of shelter. Later on she went out to check they were OK before putting the bunnies to bed.
So it seems Mrs Mungo now has some pet wasps! Bless her.
It's also a little known fact that while bees make honey, wasps make mustard. I'm looking to some of that in my ham sandwiches.
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