By mid September I could not work in the front yard. Every trip across the lawn would bring a swooping attack of stinging critters with a buzzing sound. We looked everywhere for the source and could not find anything. We even wondered if they were nested in the ground and sprayed every hole that we could find. Following repeated counsel to "look up", Bob discovered the nest in this maple tree.
What beautiful handiwork.
When Bob bravely climbed the ladder in the dark of night and sprayed the nest, he hurridly jabbed a plug in the hole to keep them inside long enough to expire. These are wicked looking bees ? wasps?
This nest/bee hotel had at least 5 floors. We threw the whole thing into the flames of our first outdoor burning.




