(Sunday, Fall Equinox) Ground-dwelling wasps (“cicada killers”) built ten huge mounds along my front stone walkway (dwellers on the threshold indeed!)
I watched Lola hunt and kill one and noticed, eventually, that they seemed to have disappeared. So I think she got them all. Today I poured ammonia down the holes to destroy any eggs they may have laid.
I’m done with being stung, metaphorically or otherwise.
Good on yah!