Let this be a lesson to me. I turned over a rotten old log that was about two feet long and a quarter of that in diameter. It came apart in three pieces. This stirred up this Bald-Faced Hornet, all covered in saw dust. Must be a queen in her over-wintering chamber.
A thousand pardons, Your Majesty! I put the wood back together after she resettled in her hollow.
Elsewhere that same Saturday, this nearly eye-level nest was still active.
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