A friend and I successfully liberated the wasp nest from our garden on a slightly-damp and cooler Tuesday evening this week. Decked out in motorbike helmets, heavy coats, scarves, thick gloves (that were taped up at the wrist), the branch holding it up was cut, and an initial attempt to stuff the nest into a plastic bag failed, so it was whipped into the big plastic bucket and the lid clamped down quickly.
They weren't happy.
Nonetheless, we left the dozen or so flitting around the garden, while the bucket was driven up onto the Downs, and my chum flung the nest into some bushes. Maybe they'll survive, maybe not.
The nest was about the size of a football.
There are still some boy and girl wasps flying backwards and forwards in a confused way as we speak (Friday). And as I say… they're not 'appy.
And I should add… not one sting!