Waspy situations

As morning ascended the garden was a living aviary of birds and dare I say wasps!!
Yes, wasps.

With the sudden confluence of sunshine gathering in the midst of this green garden it has brought about a sudden surge in the local wasp population as well, and this garden seems abruptly abrim with wasps. They're everywhere.
Buzzing in their menacing delights as I roam about the little Amazon, flying dangerously close to my face throwing me in a panic of sorts where I run about the damn place like an Olympian.

Wasps are scary, unlike honeybees they're mostly trolls who know nothing better than to sting and not die and having them fly in a literal military formation in their plenty isn't the most agreeable
situations.

Now that this wasp problem has grown wings so to say, we have decided to do something about it, and smoking them out is the most humane least murderous decision we have come to.
And now the smoking out experimentation begins.
This nest is rather on top actually; on top of the garage shed and creating smoke on an elevated platform is what is needed to effectively have the smoke rise up in thick ropes to efficiently drive these devils or if their nests and make their exit.

So now there's a ladder, topped with a rather becoming bar stool, on which a vessel containing the required smoke creating items are steadily emitting smoke and the sky is overcast with wasps now driven in their hundreds, but to have them gone in their totality one has to take a few more severe measures, like blocking their nest with cement so they can never gain entry in their beloved homes again.

Yes this is rather cruel indeed but things have to be done.