We officially turned the corner from winter to spring over the weekend and besides the crippling allergies, springtime is probably my favorite time of the year.
Last spring, I think it’s safe to say, we were all a little worried, confused and anxious about the events happening all over the world because of the pandemic. This spring, there’s a different vibe in the air and I’ve got to say, I love it.
My wife and I recently moved into a new house with our five-year-old twin boys. We finally got settled into the house at the end of February. So, we’ve been able to watch the trees sprout to life again as we continue getting comfortable with our new routine.
Everyone told me when we bought the house that it will always be a project. So far, it has been, but in a good way. The only thing we’ve really had to deal with is the flying insects that seem to love our house more than most. I’d say the two biggest negatives about spring would be the pollen and the bugs that have just been released from a wintery prison.
Bees and wasps seem to be attracted to our house more than the pollen that’s budding more and more every day. I’m not exaggerating when I say we’ve had days where it’s hard just to get from the car to the house because of them. I’m glad they all feel so welcome around our house, but good Lord it’s been a bit of a challenge.
One of the purchases we’ve yet to make is a fly swatter. You never know what kind of small, mundane things you don’t have until you buy a house. In lieu of a fly swatter, I’ve been using whatever hat happens to be on top of my head to swat at our flying friends.
One of my boys, Parker, does not care for anything that flies with the capability of stinging. One such day we were out on the front porch. I was in the process of trying to kill a wasp when I looked around and couldn’t locate Parker. He had sought cover under his mother’s sweat shirt she had left on the front porch chair.
My other son, John, has the complete opposite reaction. Every time I start swatting at a wasp or a bee, he is right behind me laughing and cheering me on. It’s nice to have some support because no one has ever looked graceful trying to kill a flying insect. Of course, John could be cheering for the wasp and not me. Regardless, he doesn’t see the impending danger than Parker sees for whatever reason.
I’ve decided to take action by making some homemade wasp traps. I’ve looked up several different ways to make one but I’m always open to suggestions from our experienced readers. I’m hoping that if these bees and wasps see enough of their friends being batted around with an Alabama Crimson Tide football hat that maybe they’ll get the hint.
Bees and wasps might be an inconvenience in the springtime but it definitely beats 32-degree days when the sun sets at 5 p.m.
We’ve only been in our new house for a month and I must admit I did not foresee a war coming with flying insects. I imagine the bees and wasps won’t be the only challenge but rest assure I’m willing to face those challenges head on. If I can’t take care of it myself, I’m sure there’s a professional in the Guntersville area willing to do it for a small fee.