I rather stupidly left some grapes on the vines, over the entrance to our covered terrace, simply because I couldn't easily reach them.
Of course the Hornets have recently found them, and we've been inundated by hundreds of the wretched things.
I always hang these simple traps for them; some beer, some jam, and maybe some wine, and they can't resist.
I had quickly filled the first two large jars with them, and this morning tipped the victims away. I refilled with beer and jam, and by about mid-day, I had already caught the dozens above.
I must have killed hundreds of them; more than usual. Their nest (I haven't found it yet) must be completely empty.
Even though I respect all 'wildlife', I don't regret my actions; but I do feel some guilt.