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If Only Kerosene Worked On Dinosaurs

    Hey, everyone. Yesterday, my wife and I spent much of the day dealing with fallen leaves. Raking them, mowing them and thinking about burning them. I couldn't burn them safely due to the extended dry weather. It was good to get outside and do some work, though. I had gotten in the habit of spending too much time on the computer.
    We found a yellow jacket nest in the ground, just barely in the woods off the backyard. I poured a jar full of gas in the hole which is the most effective way to deal with them. Some folks then light the gas and set it on fire but that's not necessary. The fumes will kill them. I don't like to do this because a guy needs to be careful about his well water, but a couple of pints won't hurt anything.
    By the way, I heard a good tip for handyman wisdom the other day. If you pour an open jar full of kerosene and set it in your garage, storage building or shed, wasps will just pack up and leave. Well, they don't really pack because they're not into possessions. But hey, it works. I proved it to myself.
    If you don't have any gas around to pour in a yellow jacket hole you can make friends with a skunk or a fox. They like to find these holes and eat the larva, or so I hear.
    On another subject, I have to recommend a game for I-Pad called Carnivores, Dinosaur Hunter. This is a really cool game in which you have two modes of operation. In survival mode dinosaurs keep running at you while you try to shoot them down. It has graphics so good that my heart was pounding as the dinos came running at me and over me. The other mode of operation is the hunting mode. You select weapons, terrain, time of day, type of dinosaur to hunt, etc. Then you go forth to hunt down and kill these animals. It is far from easy, and wary prey can get wind of you or hear you. Then they will either run or attack depending on the particular animal. This game is $2.99 at the app store. It has a free version which I'd recommend that you try before buying the full version.
    From the green retreat. CE Wills

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