I had to get rid of some wasp nests this summer. I had noticed a few, high up and away from everything and I thought that they wouldn't be a problem. Live and let live. Then one afternoon Red, our crazy retired thoroughly-thoroughbred, was running up and down the fence line. Now this in its self is not unusual, but every time he got near the gate he would spasm and half buck and run away down the fence line only to return and repeat the same action.

I quickly realized that every time he got near the gate he was being stung by some angry wasps that had taken up residence in the holes in the gate. I got stung three times getting poor Red to safety, and Red calmed down immediately and was no worse for wear.

I wrought the foamy-chemical death on the whole nest. 

It's hard to be Zen when someone is suffering.