As I type this, the multitude of wasps who buzzed around the Manse and all too often made their way (dopily) inside it, making life scary and frequently miserable for Raymond (who is straight-to-the-ER allergic), should be: dead. The exterminators were to blast the exterior of the house and the garage yesterday. If all goes well, this will be a vast improvement in our quality of life at the Manse.
Sorry about that, wasps. But it had to be done; it was you or Raymond. You lose.