Pest Control Chronicles
The Day Yellow Jackets Flew Up My Pants

Welcome to Pest Control Chronicles, where we dive into the wild and unexpected experiences of real-life pest control technicians. This industry has its fair share of surprises, and today, I’m sharing one of my most unforgettable moments from the field.
The Call That Started It All
Let me take you back to summer 2011 or 2012 in Marin County, California. At this point, I had been in the pest control industry for about a year or two, running a route through Sonoma and Marin Counties. I loved my job—helping clients, visiting different places every day, and building my reputation as a solid technician.
One day, I got a call about paper wasps in San Rafael, in the Peacock District. I arrived at the home, knocked on the door, and spoke with the homeowner, who explained that wasps were nesting in the eaves along the back of her house. No problem! I told her I’d handle it.
I geared up, went to the backyard, and began treating the eaves. While working, I noticed another nest in the roof jack vent. Thinking I could go the extra mile for the client, I decided to take care of that nest too. I stepped back to get a better angle—big mistake.
The Swarm Attack
I didn’t know but I had just stepped directly on top of a yellow jacket ground nest.
At the time, my uniform consisted of baggy Dickies pants—not the modern slim-fit versions, but the loose, wide-leg classics that flared over my boots. At first, I didn’t even notice anything was wrong. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something dart out of the ground.
I looked down, but didn’t see much. Then, I shifted my right foot and—bam!—chaos erupted.
Yellow jackets exploded from the ground, swarming me in an instant. Before I could react, they crawled up my pant legs, attacking my ankles, calves, and knees. My first instinct was to swat and spray, but I quickly realized I was outnumbered and outmatched.
I started slapping my legs like I was doing the Macarena, desperately trying to smash the yellow jackets before they made it to my “delicate areas.” That’s when I took off running from the backyard, through the side yard, and toward the front—all while unbuckling my belt and ripping off my pants in a last-ditch effort to stop the madness.
The Construction Crew Witnesses It All
By the time I reached the front yard, I was standing there pantless, still frantically swatting at yellow jackets clinging to my socks. And just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, I looked up and realized…
Across the street, an entire construction crew was working on a home remodel.
To them, it probably looked like some guy running out of a backyard with no pants on for no apparent reason. If they had no context, they probably thought it was a scene straight out of “Friday” with Bernie Mac and Ms. Parker! 😂
A Lesson Learned
That was my first truly memorable pest control moment. The first Pest Control Chronicle where yellow jackets won the battle and forced me to ditch my trousers.
To this day, every time I work in Peacock Gap, San Rafael, I think about the time I had to strip down in the middle of a job to escape a swarm of angry yellow jackets. And to this day, whenever someone calls me to remove a yellow jacket nest, I treat it as a personal vendetta.
Bobby vs. ALL the Yellow Jackets.
Thanks for tuning in to Pest Control Chronicles—until next time, stay safe out there!