Who said retired people live quiet, sedentary lives? They would be wrong…so wrong!
When I was in my 40s, my former in-laws, who were in their 70s, were an amazing couple. They traveled, owned and lived at a beach house during the summer and were rarely idle. It was hard to visit because of their active schedule.
My brother, who is now in his mid-80s is also amazing. If I stop by, there is an 80% chance that they won’t be home. There are paper doll conventions, golf, dominoes, and Trivia Pursuit competitions sprinkled in with exercise rehabilitation sessions and doctor visits.
I’m not much of a traveler these days but our days are filled. Ok, the things that fill our days are not as exciting as an Alaskan cruise but they are…umm….interesting.
Devoted readers will remember that we had the attack of the yellow jackets in the garden last week which ended in a huge assault on me requiring a trip to the doctor (and endless whining).
Continuing the theme, the beloved husband found a dozen or so in his closet (a long way from the garden). That was the first day. After spraying and sealing the hole, they ate another hole in the drywall and came through with the cavalry. There were about a hundred of them and two of us.
Isn’t that an exciting way to spend a Sunday? Multiple trips to Home Depot. Hourly spraying and massive funerals for dead bugs. No mint juleps anywhere to be found.
After the spraying, the beloved husband had to clean the chemicals off the floor, wall and the Venetian blinds where an errant spritz or two made themselves at home.
Other people were dunking in pools and drinking beer (the temperature hit the high 90s with high humidity) while my poor husband was crawling in an attic where the temperature had to be 130 degrees. (Seriously, he’s kind of old for that excitement!)
I was holding the ladder in case you were wondering what my role way. My hair wilted just standing under the hole access to the attic. (Some sympathy please!)
Since we lived in fear of the little buggers clawing their way into our bedroom (the result of too many horrors shows!) we decided to call the professionals. They came yesterday.
The result is that we did such a great job the hive was considered inactive and no treatment was necessary.
We got some very valuable information. Since wasps travel back and forth to the hive over time it is not unusual to continue to see dead wasps a day or two after the treatment. It doesn’t mean the treatment failed. We just had to be patient for them all to come home and drink the grape Kool-Aid. (We all know how much patience I have!)
The retired people who live in this house would like a nice quiet day to enjoy some of those mint juleps and card games!