I thought that we had weathered the storm of hornets that had besieged our quiet home. It turns out that they were just on hiatus to wait out the unnaturally warm weather we had had this past week.
Last night after dinner my wife and I decided that a little family time spent in hitting Target would be beneficial. We could knock off a couple of projects we had been meaning to get done in the evening once our daughter was in bed.
As we opened the door to leave, a rather large and very active hornet whizzed by our heads.
Sh*t.
Wife and daughter back upstairs and in bedroom while I plan out what exactly it is I am going to do to get us out of the house. As I'm thinking through options, a second, larger hornet crawls from the back side of the shade protecting our porch light and casts an enormous, hornet-y shadow across the door.
Good thing I had paused for a second or two. Or was it a minute? or two? or five?
I try some options. They like the light. I turn out the porch light. After a couple of minutes I turn the light back on and I can't see the hornets.
Sh*t. Now I have 2 hornets out there and I don't know where they *are*.
Auuuuughhhh!
Ok, I see know where one is. Right in front of my nose staring me down through the storm door. If I wasn't so freaked I might have noticed that it had a certain elegant beauty. Instead I jump back involuntarily just in case the hornet is able to magically remove the glass barrier between us.
Ok, so where it the other.... as if on cue it returns to dive bombing the light.
Time for plan B.
God, I wish I had a plan B.
I was going to try to go out and turn on a light at the other end of the porch. Sadly that involves going outside and using an exterior switch. Note to self, check wiring plans and route something internally for future insect sieges.
Instead I just stand there watching these poor insects batter themselves against a shade, seeking a reconciliation with some misunderstood god-like force of light and warmth.
One of the hornets decides to fly to the ledge around the top of the porch. Possibly a mistake. The ledge is home to any of a variety of spiders that feast on the small gnats and bugs that infiltrate our porch when the screens are showing the wounds of a summer of use. I see the hornet crawling along and then stop for a moment, detained in a web. A spider a quarter of the size of the hornet makes its way down to the jiggling insect, expecting a feast. If a spider can register surprise, I think this one did. It moved quickly down to wrap the insect, and moved more quickly to retreat to a safe distance when it realized what had been ensnared.
Well, ensnared isn't really the proper word. At this point the hornet, unable to fly, but able to walk, pulls a full-on Frodo in Shelob's lair and begins to pull through the web. It looks as though its freedom will be short lived as it hits a second web and then a third. But the owners of these webs are no more anxious to take on this angry buzz-saw and eventually it takes flight, trailing a dirty, sticky banner of broken web behind it.
Great. Now I have an angry, sticky, webby hornet on my porch. I grabbed some photos which I will post later.
As for the trip... The morning didn't seem like such a bad option anymore.
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So the end of my last post was about these buggers suggested that there could be a game here.
Right now I have a hornet with "gravity wells" around lights that attract/distract from true goal and spiders that can at least slow you down if not bring you down.
I'm not much for insects, but there may be something here as long as I don't head down the path to make a hornet based "Mister Mosquito" (although I could do worse than to emulate elements of that game.)

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