Holding his nose, Steve undid the cap of the jug and poured the stinky stuff down the gap.
A furious buzzing filled the space.
“They don’t like that,” I said.
Drenched wasps staggered up from the gap to squirm on the boards. Steve poured a bit more into the space, and the buzzing got really loud.
“Let’s give it time to work,” Steve said, and we went inside for some sandwiches.
By the time we came out later, the nest was silent. Dead wasps lay all around the gap, and no more were climbing up.
“I think that did it,” I said, kicking the board.