My father called a number of days ago to tell me he had also been stung by a yellowjacket while trying to turn his compost pile. The colony had taken up residence in the bottom of one of his metal cans of old leaves, used every so often as a dry layer between more wet layers of kitchen scraps. This was our situation as well - a nest in our compost pile.
Today, three or four days later, my dad had to go to the doctor and get an injection of antihistamine and some prednisone because of this same sting. I'm having a hard time removing the visual of the German army under Hitler out of my mind.
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