European wasps are a serious pest in Tasmania and in vineyards they eat the profits. I was feeling quite relaxed about them this year as the flood in January should have taken care of the nests. Indeed, I didn’t see any around after the flood in mid January so didn’t think that baits had to be laid. Then about two weeks ago our vineyard was inundated with them. They really are a serious pest as not only do they eat grapes, they freak out the pickers. With good reason. It’s like taking a bone from a dog.

So, wasp hunting commenced. If you stand still late in the day and watch where they go, you can eventually source a nest. It takes time and patience but does work. Watch where a wasp flies and it disappears after 20 metres or so. Then you walk to where you last saw it and wait for another to fly over and so on ‘til you find the nest. It takes time but to find the nest is the holy grail. I have sourced nests and dusted them lots of times. Almost always a hole in the ground. Today I found the hole in the ground. Unfortunately for me, and owing to the season, it was in a steep cliff with a roof of dead ferns protecting it from the rain. Sheltered with a view you could say. (Something I have been waiting for a real estate agent to say). So, steep and littered with debris, not a place where you could amble away a few metres from after the dusting. Anyway, being complacent about the previous years of dusting a hole and standing back and watching the anger, I dusted and felt elation after the hunt. Not so good though when standing right in front of the nest and being unable to move.

There must be delineation of work in the nest as there was regular traffic to and from the hole at the same time as a swarm of about fifty or so were buzzing around my head. I know and have always said that if a swarm attacks, you must remain absolutely motionless. You cannot out run a wasp. And this was in a place where I couldn’t even move back a couple of paces. I got stung five or six times but I know that had I tried to flee, I would have been attacked massively. To stand absolutely motionless for half an hour while being buzzed by wasps and occasionally stung is something that I would not wish on anyone. And even writing this now and realising how close I came to catastrophe is, well, emotionally charged.

There is another nest a few metres form the one I found, and I would say the busiest I have ever seen, but I chickened out from treating it. It’s impossible to climb down there in the dark and after I got stung on the nose, I called it quits. I shall go tomorrow though covered in ample layers of gloves and head gear and with an arsenal of knockdown spray.