On the one hand, this wasps' nest is about a yard away from the railing of our back deck.
On the other hand, it's endlessly enthralling. The nest gets incrementally larger and larger, day by day. If you fling a cherry pit towards it and rattle the branch, the wasps fly about, agitatedly. [No one, yet, has hit the nest itself - I don't want to be around when that happens.] The wasps have figured out that the hummingbird feeder - about 15 feet away - seeps just enough sugar water for them to use it as a food source. Sadly, they've been playing chicken with the resident hummingbird. She is bigger than they are, but there are more of them.
This is why we live in the woods.
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I've just been catching up on your posts and giggling about the toothpaste. So many choices! If I could go back in time, though, and buy some of the laundry soaps my mother had, I would do it in a flash. I distrust little pouches of stuff.
And we have a paper wasp nest beside the hummingbird feeder too.
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