Early this summer I bumped one of the boots filled with succulents decorating the tiny porch of the Buffalito. Out poured more winged, disgruntled creatures than you‘d think could fit in one low-cut boot.
That evening I carefully slid a shovel under the boot and relocated it away from the Buffalito. But when I returned to the porch, frantic relatives circled in the air over their suddenly gone home. I put the boot back.
The next few evenings, I slid the boot a foot or so away from the porch, and it spent the rest of the summer at a safe-from-disturbance distance. Our beekeeper friend identified the inhabitants as wasps – yellowjackets – ground, or as she said in this case, boot nesters.