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I fondly remember one summer when I was about 8 we had one of those giant wasp nests dangling from a tree right next to the house, and my dad lifted a jug of gasoline up in the air, hanging on a long tree limb, and he meticulously poured gas over the nest and soaked it. the wasps of course went fucking mental and formed a visible cloud around the nest. the lowered the limb, removed the jug of gas, replaced it with a burning rag, and raised the fire to the nest and it fucking erupted like a fireball. we all watched like a thousand wasps burn to a crisp and fall to the ground, I remember as a little kid being in awe at how many wasps were in that nest. anyway, the whole thing burned and that was the end of that.
decades later I was camping with friends in the back acres and took a bunch of photos that night, and only after reviewing the photos did I see there was a (probably defunct) wasp nest in the trees above us the whole time.
