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I guess it's what I get for not using my tractor for six days. While I was in DC week before last, my X748 sat parked in the shed at the barn. When I got on it to mow the first time after getting home, I got stung four or five times in rapid succession, not really sure just how many, I was rather busy dancing a jig on my tractor seat and attempting to vacate the premises.
Turned out the yellow jackets had been busy building a nest in the ground next to the tractor while I was gone, and I stepped on the entrance when climbing on the tractor.
So here I am trying to avoid more of these little bast**ds, while trying to figure out how I'm either going to back the tractor out, or at least get back to it to shut it off. Apparently they also didn't care too much for the smell or sound of a diesel engine running.
It was about 6:30 in the evening, and there was quite a bit of traffic in and out of the nest, even after they settled down a bit. All the while, (about 15 minutes now) my little JD is sitting there, purring away just above idle. I went inside the house to treat my wounds with some benadryl cream and plan my assault on the nest while giving the bees a bit of time to settle down some more. I had several cans of hornet spray in the garage, so armed with this, I headed back to the barn to rescue my tractor.
Now, about 30 minutes later, the tractor is still happily humming, as are the yellowjackets still hovering around their new green and yellow possession. My thought was to approach slowly on the nest side, aim a can of spray at the hole in the ground, leap aboard the tractor while hitting the throttle with my free hand and releasing the brake and backing out quickly to a safe distance, then shutting down and rapidly retreating from any bees that followed (which turned out to be most of them)
My plan almost worked, except that a few of the yellowjackets anticipated what I had in mind, and let me know they were neither impressed nor afraid of my bravado by planting a couple more welts on my lower legs. Thank God, I'm not allergic.
At least I now had the tractor where I could get to it later, as well as having it out of the way of my full-bore assault on the nest once it got dark and the bees had returned to the nest. I had a shovel with me now, and the three cans of hornet spray, one of which was a foaming type. As dark approached, I checked out the sitiation, and found that there was only an occasional bee in or out of the entrance . It was about 8:45 now, almost dark, and about bedtime for this nest's last day on earth. One full can went down the hole, while I kept an eye out for any stragglers bent on defending the nest. This pretty much ended the affair; I waited several minutes, only saw a few bees buzzing around. So, I dug into the ground at the entrance to the nest and turned a shovel full of dirt, then emtied the foaming can over the now penetrated nest.
I left it like this overnight, moved my tractor to the bay of the barn to keep it dry in case it rained, fed and watered the horses, then went to the house to lick my wounds and gloat over the defeat of yet another nest of evil little insects. Next morning, no activity. Whupped 'em again, Josey.
A week later, and I still itch.
Turned out the yellow jackets had been busy building a nest in the ground next to the tractor while I was gone, and I stepped on the entrance when climbing on the tractor.
So here I am trying to avoid more of these little bast**ds, while trying to figure out how I'm either going to back the tractor out, or at least get back to it to shut it off. Apparently they also didn't care too much for the smell or sound of a diesel engine running.
It was about 6:30 in the evening, and there was quite a bit of traffic in and out of the nest, even after they settled down a bit. All the while, (about 15 minutes now) my little JD is sitting there, purring away just above idle. I went inside the house to treat my wounds with some benadryl cream and plan my assault on the nest while giving the bees a bit of time to settle down some more. I had several cans of hornet spray in the garage, so armed with this, I headed back to the barn to rescue my tractor.
Now, about 30 minutes later, the tractor is still happily humming, as are the yellowjackets still hovering around their new green and yellow possession. My thought was to approach slowly on the nest side, aim a can of spray at the hole in the ground, leap aboard the tractor while hitting the throttle with my free hand and releasing the brake and backing out quickly to a safe distance, then shutting down and rapidly retreating from any bees that followed (which turned out to be most of them)
My plan almost worked, except that a few of the yellowjackets anticipated what I had in mind, and let me know they were neither impressed nor afraid of my bravado by planting a couple more welts on my lower legs. Thank God, I'm not allergic.
At least I now had the tractor where I could get to it later, as well as having it out of the way of my full-bore assault on the nest once it got dark and the bees had returned to the nest. I had a shovel with me now, and the three cans of hornet spray, one of which was a foaming type. As dark approached, I checked out the sitiation, and found that there was only an occasional bee in or out of the entrance . It was about 8:45 now, almost dark, and about bedtime for this nest's last day on earth. One full can went down the hole, while I kept an eye out for any stragglers bent on defending the nest. This pretty much ended the affair; I waited several minutes, only saw a few bees buzzing around. So, I dug into the ground at the entrance to the nest and turned a shovel full of dirt, then emtied the foaming can over the now penetrated nest.
I left it like this overnight, moved my tractor to the bay of the barn to keep it dry in case it rained, fed and watered the horses, then went to the house to lick my wounds and gloat over the defeat of yet another nest of evil little insects. Next morning, no activity. Whupped 'em again, Josey.
A week later, and I still itch.