Return of the Flying Fuckers

I went out on my back balcony today.

BIG mistake!

There were not one, two, or three or four, but FIVE FUCKING WASP NESTS out there. Five that I saw anyhow. Who knows how many were lurking out of sight!

One on my living room to balcony door, two on various parts of the ceiling and one on my storage door. They would have nailed my sliding glass door if they could have! Though, they got as close as they could and placed one on the wall right above the door. They have succeeded in wasping all 4 sides of my balcony.

So, off we went to the Walmarts for some Raid. Miss E started screaming about 1.2 seconds inside the door.
She continued screaming through the auto section, where we got some coolant and an oh-so-handy funnel.
She kept on screaming until we hit the magical toy department. She spotted the Tower O Balls and turned on the charm. She usually chooses not to speak, but kept pointing and looking and me and saying BAAA BAAA (ball! ball!).
I had a choice:
A.) Pass the balls and listen to renewed, louder/screechier screeching.
B.) Give her a ball, just like the one we already have at home, and chase it around as she pitches it out willy-nilly on random sides of the cart and shrieks with laughter when Mama has to chase it.

Option B, it is!

12 ball chases later, we found the insect repellent. I hate this friggen store.

5 more ball chases land us at the closest possible cash register. It's the most contained since it's the cigarette register and there is an aisle immediately to the right. Less possible places for the ball to go.

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30 Minutes Later

I'm strategizing for the most efficient method for Raiding. It's not really safe, no matter how I go about it, so I say Fuck the planning and get to work.
I carefully open the living room to balcony door (which has a nest on the door itself, mind you) and check for wasps. I don't see any. The nests are vacant. I rustle up some cojones. I aim the can at the furthest nest and press the trigger.
Nothing.
FUCK!
It occurs to me that there is probably some sort of safety feature to keep morons from spraying it in the store. I break off the damn tab and get to work.

In a matter of 30 seconds, I've soaked the storage door nest and all 3 on the ceiling. I spot a returning wasp and bolt back inside. I lock the door. You know, just in case they have learned how to turn a doorknob.

I run to my sliding glass door (from my room to the balcony) to keep an eye on the wasp. It flies off. I quietly slide open the door. It comes back. I slam the door, and run away.

5 minutes later I go check out the situation. No wasps.

I open the sliding door a crack and stick my hand/can out. I spray the living room door nest for all of 2 seconds before the friggen wasp returns. I slam the door, lock it, close the blinds, leave my room, and then close my bedroom door for good measure. I quit!