Monday, February 15, 2016

Into The Deep Dark Attic

Helen climbed into the attic today to rid the eaves of wasps nests.  She is thinking ahead when they are active in the summer. Daddy had made the entry into the back porch for himself to crawl through and Helen did not want to get stuck in there and have to wait to lose enough weight to escape the back porch attic but she peaked inside and over in the corner above where our old cistern was hang wasp nests galore.  Some she said were as big as a dish pan.  She is seeking a little person to help her.  Tone, Gil, and Kel are all off the list.  I am wondering about skinny Sister Fleta.  Fleet, would you venture over the back porch and punch a few paper wasp nests?  Helen's bed could end up like this poor fellow's if someone does not help.  Brother Clayton used the adage--"leave me along and I will leave you alone".  He lived peacefully among the stingers.  I think he even pointed them out to visitors that he wished would not come again!
She sent me this photo by phone.  I am afraid she does not know a dirt dauber from a red wasp!

4 comments:

Sister--Helen said...

I think that was a big one right behind the mop...there was a small one near the crack and one laying on the rug in the yard by the white bag...There was a whole bag full i burned....

Sister--Helen said...

and the dirt dobber mud would fill at least 1 55 gallon drumb...maybe more..I am surprised the porch ceiling hasnot caved under the weight

Sister--Helen said...

boy was I having flashes of Pooh bear stuck in the honey pot tree and could not get out when I was half in and half out of that 14" wide hole..thank goodness it was close to 2 foot tall..I was hung side ways...I need to take a picture of the hole

Margie's Musings said...

Wow! You're a lot braver then I am!