Once upon a time there was a girl. She had a wooden bench on her porch and a dirty front door. She decided to clean the front door. The wasp housed under the wooden bench decided to attack. The husband spat tobacco on the sting. The friend drowned it in essential oils. The piano teacher suggested tooth paste. The husband applied mud poultice and horse cream. The girl, well. She can hardly walk and has a cankle the size of Dallas.
The husband killed all the wasps.
Side Note: The husband, friend and piano teacher do not all live at my house. Just the husband and now deceased wasps. This has turned into a 3 day ordeal. Thanks for reading.