Taking back the bafu

Yesterday, Mr. Kori (my landlord) and Ken joined forces with me to evict my neighbors.

These ill-tempered wasps have been living next to my bafu (room for taking bucket baths) for several weeks now and becoming increasingly bold. Their nests (one on either side of the door) have been growing bigger every day (both volume and population). Equipped with a long metal pole and a few sticks, we tried to knock down their nests. The first one came down, but the second stayed. The wasps were a bit angry at our strike, so we gave them about 20 minutes to cool down.

We returned to take down the other hive, but it would not fall. Finally, Ken went after it with a piece of burning paper. The nests were gone, and now the angry, homeless wasps were in need of a new place to go. I stayed in my room most of the day doing schoolwork, but every few hours, I would come out and remind them (by waving the metal pole) that they needed to find a new place to live.

We mostly didn't kill the wasps. The ones clinging to the hive when Ken brought the flames probably had a somewhat painful death, but the rest we allowed to live. As long as they don't live there.