Lots of paper wasps scouring the plants these days for critters to provision their nests. Thought it was a good time to republish my lost post on my relocation efforts.
Dateline: June 24, 2011*
So, I notice a small paper wasp nest (Polistes spp.) being built at the only bush that is close to the house…I mean, what’s up with them? They have nearly an acre of other areas to set up shop, but noooooooooo, they pick the one shrub that is next to the patio, a groundsel (Baccharis halimifolia). I didn’t want to kill them, they are pollinators, after all and it is National Pollinators Week. So, I headed into the computer to see what I might do. I knew to wait until dusk, but not much else. I put “pesticide-free paper wasp removal” into the search engine. I got a list of entries, but after looking at one or two, I discovered they were still about killing wasps, just being more eco-friendly by luring them into a container with sweets where they would slip and drown in soapy water. Not exactly what I had in mind.
Take two. I put “paper wasp nest relocation” into the search engine. Hurrah…there is an Ehow entry entitled “How to Relocate a Wasp Nest Safely”.
1. Find a new location for the nest. 2. Splash the nest with a bucket of water and the wasps will fall down and be unable to fly because their wings will be wet. 3. Remove the nest and tack it up at its new location. When the wasps dry out they will find their nest. 4. Let the wasps do their job and just leave them alone.
The usual caveats were there: wear protective clothing; if you have allergy to bees or wasps find someone else to do this, etc.
So, I don my protective gear: mosquito head net that I purchased for “I don’t know what reason”. Good! face covered. Double layer nylon jacket (which must have been designed with wasp relocation in mind), long pants, socks to stick the long pants into, double layer of garden gloves.
I head out onto the patio with a bucket of water obtained from a rain collector. I walk slowly over to the bush, splash the bucket all at once over the nest and step away, prepared to grab the nest and run before the wasps have time to get up. GUESS WHAT? Not a single wasp moved, why they didn’t even miss a beat in working on their home.
Ok, since I am already dressed like a fool, let me try this one more time. Another bucket, SPLASH…ah, this one got their attention, but still one or two were too busy fashioning the most beautiful nest in the world to even notice. Next, it’s time to try the age-old method of shooting them with a force of water and let them do their own da*n nest relocation.
I head over to the main hose bib that is located down at the well pump. I go to take the sprayhead off so I can use it at the coil hose I keep up at the patio bib. Of course, Murphy’s law…I can’t budge the sprayhead so I find a plastic one that probably should have been placed in the trash 2 years ago. I attach it to the hose on the patio. Well, those coil hoses are not even 1/2-inch tubing and couple that with the sprayhead that was virtually useless, I got a dribble of water that barely reached a foot in front of me, let alone forcefully all the way to the nest. I pulled the sprayhead off, stuck my finger into the hole of the tube and got a more forceful flow of water which I aimed at the poor wasps, who were probably so doubled over laughing that they dispersed long enough for me to knock the nest off with a long stick.
I was extremely satisfied that I escaped unscathed so I coiled the hose back next to the bib and headed in to remove my gear since it really wasn’t attire conducive to the 83-degree temperature. I passed by the window to see the wasps back at the same spot, reassessing their housing location.
Tomorrow is another day and I suspect I’ll be doing a repeat of today. It’s tough being a beautiful wildlife garden steward, it might just be easier to get the HotShot! NOT!
During National Pollinator Week and at all other times, please take the high road and avoid pesticides. They don’t differentiate between the unwanted and the beneficials in our gardens. Explore alternative means to redirect those who might not fit into a certain situation.
*This tale was originally published by Loret T. Setters on June 24, 2011 at the defunct national blog beautifulwildlifegarden[dot]com. Click the date to view reader comments.