I feared a great many things while living near Hanford years ago, but this was never one of them.
Nasty in all ways imaginable.
Six to twelve inches of topsoil in a 6 acre area are being dug up. And where are they going to put this soil? We’re talking 1614 cubic yards of “fairly highly contaminated” soil here folks.
I know! You bury it.
Radioactive wasp nests at Hanford reservation
RICHLAND — Workers cleaning up the Hanford nuclear reservation are going after radioactive wasp nests.
The Tri-City Herald reports 6 to 12 inches of top soil are being dug up this month from 6 acres near the H Reactor. And, workers will dig up more individual mud dauber wasp nests over about 75 acres of the nuclear reservation in southeast Washington.
The contractor handling the clean-up, Washington Closure, says the nests were all built in 2003 when water was used to dampen dust during demolition of an H Reactor basin. That attracted the wasps that used the mud to make tube-shaped nests for eggs.
Spokesman Todd Nelson says the nests are “fairly highly contaminated.”
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The fact that I laughed hard enough to spew this morning’s coffee out my nose probably means I’m a sick bastard.
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So this co-worker has been giving me a hard time lately. As we walk down the hallway I stop long enough to see her in the window of an office as she walks by. I say “Holy cow, I was just checking, but you really do cast a reflection.”
So she comes back and hangs a seminar folder on my door.
What was her point?
She says it must have been intended for me and came to her by mistake.
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The US Postal Circus must die. It’s for the planet. It’s for the children.
How Global Temperatures are Driven by Postal Charges.
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If you gotta break some odds and go get hit by a 30,000 mph meteorite, you should follow this kid’s example and avoid getting hit in the head or someplace really precious.
1 in 100,000,000. Go buy a lottery ticket. Lucky dog.
Before you comment about yellowjackets and mud, don’t. Yellowjackets match the traditional rad symbol so I ran with it. Mud wasps are different. I know this.
You want 100% factual fidelity, you’re mostly in the wrong place. I’ll try but sometimes I throw the urge to the wind.
Hang on a here second LK! If I know my science, (and I do) then I know that getting stung by a radioactive insect will convey superpowers to that person about 99% of the time! Sure, there is that middling 1% chance it will turn the stingee into a horribly disfigured mutant rightfully shunned and condemned as evil by society, but hey, those are some good odds!
WHOOT!! ROAD TRIP TO HANFORD RESERVATION!!
Watch out evildoers – Waspman is coming!
When you say “Waspman” I think of:
A cracker with a mullet, wearing a wife-beater shirt, two missing teeth, a gun rack, and an IQ somewhere in the vicinity of that of a Boston Fern.
And he’s wearing fuzzy pink slippers.
Superpowers would be the Flatulent Thunderclap and his ability to weild the #1 Foam Finger of Death at super-duper speeds.
If you go to Hanford, stop off in Pasco on your way to Richland. Go down by the river and get a plate of carnitas being sold out of a little Airstream trailer. Best damn carnitas ever. Never asked what kind of meat it was.
And he would have a totally bitchin’ stinger coming out of his ass and he’d have wings and could fly and could totally spit big, sticky mud globules! Also he’d have super wasp strength and could see into the ultraviolet! Oh yeah that would be sweet.
WASPMAN!
And he could subsist entirely on corndogs, jojos, and Ranier Pounders.
There was a 50s movie called the Wasp Woman–she was just looking to mate. Naturally her waist was, well…wasp-waisted. Since she fell out a window at the end, I don’t know if she would have bitten her paramour’s head off. No sequel.