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I'll whisper some words of wisdom: don't let it be! I can apply this two ways to my situation; yesterday and today. I "let it be" for far too long, but I finally finished painting the house trim.
Well... It's pretty much done, with the exception of the spot where there is a huge hornet nest, and I was pissing them off with hornet spray. I figured I'd just call it a day. The house trim was left half painted for longer than I'd like to admit, so I figure it can wait another day or two before I really finish. Oh joy. Only to wake up the next day to find the hornets had declared war on me. Don't let it BEE. **  Golden Bee Embroidered Designer Pillow design by Studio 773 from: Burke Decor LLC  I was up on my ladder, minding my own business, painting away, and suddenly I was getting swarmed. It was the last place I was painting for the day, right where the trim and chimney meet, and that's where those little buggers were. My neighbours watching must have thought I was either having a seizure or getting attacked by wasps. It was, in fact, the latter, but either way, I would NOT recommend doing either of those things ON A LADDER. I think I had the right to call it a day after that. So, with most of the trim painted, that was now off my chest and I slept well last night. I often can't sleep at night because I am planning what project I will attack the next day. Little did I know, I should have not only been planning an attack, but a full on war.
I woke up, had my two cups of coffee, just like any other day. Although, there was two hornets flying at our kitchen window, trying to get out. Nothing registered really with me, until Keenan went to grab something on the floor. It was another hornet. (Or wasp. Is there even a difference?) I can deal with a few bugs in my house; our doors are often left open, but when you try messing with my son, whoa, watch out! Then, while I was on the phone with my mom, talking about the problem, I got stung. It became a war. I went over to my other mom's, so Keenan would be safe against the enemy, and on the way out of my house, I killed at least thirty. 30 for me, one for them.
 I made these bad boys before heading out, hoping those suckers would drown in the sweet, sweet sugar water of death. I bet you don't want to get on my bad side anymore, hey?
My father-in-law brought this over, and helped me spray every nook and cranny of the house. I figured out that they were coming in from the fireplace, so we sprayed there, mainly.  Then, I headed to the hardware store to get every possible poison and deterrent I could find to get rid of these stupid insects. They seem to have worked, because since the spraying and adding the foam filler behind the fireplace (which totally would have helped , we have yet to see any more enemy activity. Here's to hoping!  It's times like these, you realize how much you appreciate the safety of your own house. I really appreciate those who I share this house with, and I definitely prefer to keep it those that we want in our house. Happy Hornet Killing! Jena xo **Please note that I only used the term "Don't Let it BEE" for the sake of the title. This was a war on hornets, not bees. Bees are a very important species, and please try to refrain from killing those. Just stay calm around bees to avoid getting stung. Honestly, I even released the first few hornets, until my son just about picked one up and moments later I got stung. Then, I realized how many were in my house, and it was no more Ms. Nice Guy for me. But please, again, refrain from killing bees.  
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