I am not a fan of these stinging insects, not at all. My last encounter with a nest of them was earlier this summer when I was mowing around the pond. Just as I moved the mower toward a tree, out flew a whole nestful of yellow jackets. By the time they had finished attacking me, stinging and stinging, and chasing me away, I was really moaning and groaning and begging Dale to fix the problem! Of course, he couldn’t, and I was pretty miserable for about four days, much too long. I guess most people who are stung are better the next morning, but not me. So now you know why I was not too sure I wanted to get close enough to take a picture.I took three or four, as I remember, each one a little closer to the yellow jackets that were so much enjoying the food they extracted from the pear! Guess they must have been busy enjoying their good luck, because not one flew up ready to pick a fight. Dale said they are all females and don’t have nests to protect now, so they aren’t as warlike as normal. That must be true because when I saw several other groups on the rotten pears, I just kicked the pears, and they flew off into the pasture, with the yellow jackets following along as fast as they could before their “dinner” was grabbed by another hungry insect.
As we walked on the trails around our property, we noticed that the poison ivy is no longer green, but has turned into yellow and orange while the stalks left behind or their usual dull gray. How I wish I could get rid of that stuff—forever! – CHRIS