Like most problems, the wasp nest started small but grew rapidly.
It hummed when I opened the back door to let the dogs out. Our five-year-old daughter, Evie, had gotten so scared of that side of the house that she wouldn’t go anywhere near it.
“That nest has to go,” I told my husband, Daniel. “Those wasps are huge.”
Daniel nodded. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”
He returned to scrolling on his phone. I thought he’d call in a professional, but I was wrong.
“That nest has to go.”
That Sunday, he woke me early and told me, “I saw a life hack for removing a nest fast. Help me, and we’ll be safe.”