Prompted by this post from Freddie:

A lot of years ago, in the house out in Cedar-Tuckey, we developed a wasp problem. And when i say problem, I mean there were six neighborhood kids allergic unto death to the little bastards. So when they decided to build one of their papery nests on our eaves, dad did what he knew best to do.

We knew a lot of people in the refrigeration business those days and it was not uncommon for us to end up with an extra R24 tank once in a while. Dad simply took gloves, unwound some copper tubing, connected it to the R-24 tank, and emptied the whole thing into the hornet’s nest. he then climbed up the ladder and knocked the whole shit and caboodle down.

We put it in an old asphalt bucket.

Now, a lot of people don’t know this about wasps, but they will survive a brief freeze. In fact, a lot of them can overwinter.

We had a particular guy in the neighborhood who was a revolviong asshole. A revolving asshole is a guy, who, no matter which way you look at him, is an asshole. So in the night, I put the asphalt bucket of frozen wasps on his back porch.

We never did get to see him open it, but we did watch him walk around the yard with his face swoll up to look like he had gigantic gumboils. Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.