Talk About Nesting...

Sometime near the beginning of my second trimester, I started prenatal yoga. As I was preparing to leave for my first yoga class, I opened the curtains along the back sliding door to let the dogs outside in the yard and noticed 4 wasps flying around inside the covered patio. I had seen a wasp or two around there for a week or so and mentioned it to my husband. (Full disclosure: I am terrified of bees, wasps, and hornets. So when I told my husband that I was concerned there were wasps gathering to build a nest in our patio, he brushed off my concern as paranoia.) When I saw the 4 wasps flying around that morning, I had a meltdown of epic pregnancy proportions, convinced they would sting my dogs while I was away. After a phone call where my husband convinced me that the dogs and wasps were both "creatures who knew how to live with each other," I placed the dogs' water bowls around the side of the house, far from the chaos, dried my tears, and went to class. When the teacher at class had us all go around the room and announce how we were feeling that morning, I explained that I had spent the morning crying over wasps that were going to hurt my dogs. She gently replied, "so your pregnancy is a more emotional journey." You don't know the half of it, sister.
Cut to later that week. I came home from work and my husband was sitting on the couch, waiting for me with the announcement: "so I have news. There is a huge wasp nest on the patio." He had been researching how to get rid of the nest naturally and we proceeded to watch videos of men with thick southern accents claiming that dish soap and water was all you needed to get the job done. My husband was off to the store to gather his supplies and I was off to stand in the doorway, staring at the wasps flying around and wondering if this was a sign of the end of days.
When my husband came home with his soap and water, I begged him to cover all parts of his body. I dug into his military uniforms and pulled out a balaclava for his handsome face and military grade gloves. He threw on some clothes and he was off to start the adventure. For the record, he never once pulled the balaclava over his face, just let it sit on top of his head, which pissed me off but I am pregnant so lots of things piss me off. Granted it was about 100 degrees that day...but still. If you ever have to do this, consider covering your face. Just my two cents. Do you really want to take the chance and end up stung with swollen eyes?! 
Long story short, my dogs and I watched from the sliding glass door as my husband took down a nest full of wasps with plain old Dial soap and water. He cursed and bobbed and weaved while wasps dive bombed his head. Our dogs watched curiously and I watched in horror. BUT HE DID IT. The wasps have not returned and we avoided toxic chemicals being sprayed around our home. So if you ever end up in this situation, now you know: dish soap and water!!!
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