I would say that sometimes a country boy can find something to do no matter the situation. I use to love going out to the barns and finding wasp nests and the bigger the better. Generally those nests were at the highest part of the barn and that was probably over 20 feet in the air. I would say that some of those nests had over 100 wasps. So what does a country boy do, he figures a way to disturb those nests and kill a few wasp. The objective is to kill them before you get stung and sometimes things just go wrong. 
Now there are a number of ways of going about this mission. For one, you can take a sprayer (the old fashion metal cans which are heavy) and get it pumped up as much as possible and fill it with diesel fuel (we did not have all these insecticides and wasp traps). The good thing about this approach is you typically can run away more easily and the probability of getting stung is much less. Now that I think about it, I guess I was pretty good at statistics at an early age, hummm? Did you get it? The second approach, is to climb up on the hay to get closer to the nest and still carrying the sprayer of diesel fuel. This was pretty accurate and the good thing is you could be much more secure in getting most of the wasp on the first shot. The bad side is you had to jump and run which gave them the advantage. The third approach which I do not recommend and for sure don't try it when the folks are around, is take your 22 rifle and shoot them. The good side is that you can be a long way away but the bad side is you are most likely going to put a hole in the tin roof. Now I am not saying I did the third approach but I am just saying..... ?
My results: I killed a million wasp in my youth and did not mind getting stung a few times. It was worth the excitement.
Yesterday, 8/24/2020 I was standing in my backyard visiting with Archie who was repairing my garage door springs or at least he had completed the repairs and was standing near some hidden wasp nest. They came from behind him and he said one of those words you are not supposed to say, especially as a kid, when he got stung. He took off and the swarm came after me! What did I do? I was innocent but I got hammered. Mostly the stings just hurt but one was on my cheek bone (not my bottom cheek but my face cheek for you thoughtless folks). It started swelling up and it burned and so did the other bites but the one on the face worried me. I ran inside and took some good old Benadryl to stop the reaction.
Well, what do you learn in the Osage?
- Statistics long before the classroom
- what heebeegees mean, go figure
- How to create fun
- Everything has consequences, some good and some bad, but I am responsible for my actions not someone else
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