My compost pile is being held hostage by yellow jackets.

My back yard is bordered by a retaining wall made of railroad ties. Somewhere around August, a yellow jacket hive set up shop behind some of the ties, literally next to my compost bin. I am thinking the blueberry syrup waste I tossed in there made it an attractive neighborhood. I have also since learned they are aggressive little bastards in late summer by nature.
I discovered this when I tossed some compost in the pile and was going to mix it in, and I got stung. I thought, no big deal, I would call Orkin, who I had a contract with, to come deal with it. First, I learned that my Orkin contract only covers the house, and I’d have to pay a couple hundred bucks to deal with the nest, and they’d have someone call me. After a month of trying to contact them I gave up, cancelled my contract, and decided to DIY it. I don’t need to pay for a service that ghosts me.
The first time I sprayed them with a single can of spray, early in the pre-dawn light, they came flying out of there like they were shot out of a bee cannon, and I got stung on the nose, flung myself backwards, and hit the ground. I was about five feet away, but had to finish spraying from about 15 feet away after I got stung. This seemed to kill a lot of them off, but there were still bees a couple weeks later.
I hope my back neighbors got the entire event on their Arlo camera that they have pointed at my yard. Someone should get some humor out of it. I feel like it was a flappy “OMG a bee is on me” dance that probably did not showcase what little grace and dexterity I actually have.
So then I bought six cans of spray and my wife and I went out. My wife has ADHD, which might explain while I was spraying the hive area, I noticed my wife spraying down the length of the retaining wall in a loopy pattern with the bug spray. She seemed to be enjoying herself, so why not?
This is kind of a thing for her. I once asked her to help me shave my backside, you know, as one does when they transition and realize that butt hair is the fastest and thickest incoming masculine hair you are getting. I realized after getting into a fairly compromising position in the bathtub that she was shaving down my thigh, and I had to ask her why?
So I am not sure, but I think targets are a little murky for her, and I am going to say that might be ADHD related, but it could also just be a quirk my wife has.
Back to the yellow jacket eradication project, we each had three cans, and I dumped my three in the crevasse with the nest, but my plans to get super close and really get in there were ruined as a half dozen bees came out while I was spraying. They weren’t bee cannon ferocious, and I sprayed them down the foaming bee spray. I felt I got a good coverage and into the hive, though.
Now, days later, I still notice a yellow jacket, here or there, coming in and out of the hive. They are still holding my composter hostage, and I can’t mix my compost.
My plan is to buy six more cans of bee spray and try again. Eventually I have to get them all, right? I am a grown ass adult, and I can keep buying bee spray until I have killed the stinging possessive bastards. I was going to move the composter to the other side of the yard this month originally, and now I have to wait until I get rid of the bees.
So Bees 3, me 0, in the war for the composter.








