My step father had a rotorvator.
For those who don't know, it's a sort of small automatic plough for your vegetable garden, with diggy-things instead of wheels, and a furrow-making stick at the back. They're petrol powered, and really quite good fun.

When I was about 16, I was rotorvating his garden in the high summer, and as such was wearing only shorts and wellies.

And I ran over - and split wide open - an undeground wasps nest.

They SWARMED around me - it was like something out of the Beano, and I ran back to the house with a cloud of them following me, stinging me everywhere. I was actually a little sick from the stinging - I got done 24 times - and I had licence to swear as much and as prolifically as I liked that day.

In the evening, when I'd calmed down into a simple, blotchy red mess, my stepfather took me out to the garden.

"Here you go" he said, going into the shed and passing me a can of petrol.

We soaked a ball of string, and then went to the nest, which we soaked it liberally.

We ran the string back from the nest to the patio, sat down, and he handed me a light - in the form of his kitchen blowtorch.

Oh ... happy days.

BOOM
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 12:20, 5 replies)

Nice
My grandad tried the same thing, but didn't put enough petrol in the nest, so we ended up with pissed-off, singed wasps chasing after us.
(Smale is stuffed, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 12:34, closed)

Haaaahahahahahahahahha
"pissed-off, singed wasps" - Jesus that's what hell's full of.

"The skinheads of the insect world" - Eddie Izzard
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 12:56, closed)

I had 3 nests at my place this year.
Brock came along in the night, dug them up and ate them.
(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 12:43, closed)

\o/
Yay Brock!
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 12:57, closed)

200 years in the future
when we can communicate with wasps, this story will be a disgraceful reminder of a barbaric and benighted era.

Until that day comes, I endorse your wanton immolation of the fourth most irritating animal on the planet.
(StapMyVitals wouldn't mind a bit of that, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 19:12, closed)

After?

(friedel, Sat 27 Nov 2010, 21:45, closed)

Platypuses (what the fuck are they for?)
Flies.
StapMyVitals.
(Falstaff's Spiritual Successor, Sun 28 Nov 2010, 20:40, closed)