Yellow Jackets — short fuse berserkers of the animal kingdom.
There’s not much you can do when they’re mad. Run for the indoors, but be mindful that some agents may be hiding in your pants/hair/socks/etc. Wait until dark, then pour gasoline down the hole.
The hole at my mother-in-law’s was only a foot away from the house. This meant a wistful No to attempted pyrotechnics. That’s ok — the gas works well enough on its own. Still, it would have been illuminating to see what might have happened had we struck a match.
Some parts of the teenage mind are eternal. These deep veins…