There are 4 different kinds of wasps that make my outbuildings home. Mud-daubers, yellow jackets, little underground wasps that look quite adorable but are very territorial. And last year, these giant, mostly black with thin yellow stripes, wasps that I hadn't seen before. They were holding the whole front porch and half the front yard captive, so I started on a regular 3 a.m. raid armed with my spray bomb, all to no avail.
After them attacking my poor little puppy when he was just laying on the grass 10 feet from their nest, I knew they had to go. There were half a dozen buried into Hunter's fur, riding him like rodeo cowboys as he howled and the only way I could get them off of him was to SMACK the poor dog with my leather work gloved hand. So not only was he being stung repeatedly, he was being smacked by his human.
I decided to man up and deal with this in a more forceful manner and waiting till the middle of the night, I grabbed my broom, marched out to the porch and thwacked that 10 inch ball of doom good. The ball didn't even budge. What DID happen is within a second, I had been stung 8 times and I exited stage left, screaming like a little girl. Now I was mad. I had never felt such horridly painful stings. So, for the next 5 loooong nights, I sprayed, thwacked and water bombed the nest till I had eradicated them.