Now that the winter has arrived, that huge yellow jacket nest under the holly bush outside our front door is undoubtedly dead. That said, I want my husband to dig it up so we can get a better look at it—these things fascinate me, after all. But is he going to do it? Uh-no. He has this theory that not all of the bees are dead and he will be stung trying to extract the nest.
To that I say, “Well that’s just stupid; don’t be such a Pooh! There’s nothing to be afraid of…it has been in the teens here several times, and they can’t survive that." He tells me that if I am so confident, I should be the one to go out and do the job.
That’s not the point. You see, I want to see HIM down there under that bush digging for this huge nest. And do I believe his theory that there may be some bees still there? Absolutely. And if he were to get stung doing this, I would laugh my ass off.
Isn’t that obvious?