Last year there was a wasps nest above the plneighboursghbours and I had to put our bins out.
They were fucking covered in wasps, swarming with them.
So I used to go and get my bin with a can of raid in each hand and massacre the fuckers.
There was a certain beauty in the mass slaughter of these little bastards, 40 or 50 eating shit each time the bins went out.
It was a bit hair raising though, the potential to be stung to buggery seemed quite high at first until I got my double raid can murdering act down to a fine tea.
I was even quite grateful for fortnightly bin collections at one point.
Now I look back on my wasp slaughtering days with a certain fondness, a tear glistens in my eye as I think of their putrid, vile little sting filled bodies piling up on the pavement.