Adventures in Pressure Washing
Once every three years or so, I spend a couple of weekends pressure washing our fence. Knocks the crud and patina off and makes it look brand new. I was doing that yesterday. There was a rather sizable wasps’ nest between one of the posts and the pickets that I didn’t see. And I nailed it with the pressure washer unleashing a hoard of angry wasps. I know, my fault. I wasn’t sure of my target and what was behind it. The wasps, basically, came at me full force. Or, rather, came toward the pressure washer blast. And I laid down suppressive fire at the angry swarm. It worked. I didn’t get stung. Wet wasps are very sad wasps, by the way.
Also, it was difficult to finish the job because for every few minutes of pressure washing, I had to stop and play with the dog:
Who knew you could pressure wash Boston Terriers?
And sorry about the quality. It was my smart phone camera.