The porch in my absence has become a home to hornets. They’re up at dawn, dozens inspecting the surface of their great paper death star.
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The porch in my absence has become a home to hornets. They’re up at dawn, dozens inspecting the surface of their great paper death star.
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Welcome home! I’ve enjoyed the posts from England, but oh, how I’ve missed Morning Porch. Big smile when it showed up in my email, even with the addition of hornets. Any clue as to how to dispose of them humanely??
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Thanks, Sarah! It was bittersweet leaving, but I’m glad to be home at such a beautiful time of year.
I think anything that kills them quickly would be humane enough, but having planned to do just that, even ordering a nasty foam that is said to do the trick, I had a change of heart. It’s a rare privilege to be able to see such a nest close up, through the porch door — and bald-faced hornets are exquisite craftswomen. They’ll die off soon enough, leaving their genes to continue in the form of new queens off pupating somewhere in the soil, I believe.