Remember that queen wasp that was trapped inside my back porch on Thursday?

It came back today, and I was wrong. It wasn’t a queen wasp after all. It was obviously Zuul.

It took two cans of Raid and I had to cross the streams, but I got that bastard. Its stinger was still reflexively thrusting and throbbing when I snapped this pic, and then it was promptly flushed down the toilet.

I love the smell of pyrethrins in the morning. It smells like… Victory.