Will Bleach Kill Yellow Jackets Novels & Stories

We couldn't just leave two very dead werewolves lying around in our suite or run off to Alpha Leon crying for help when it was very obvious humans had killed them. It took us a few hours to do the dirty work as the last of the remains went down the drain. Rowan found some bleach under the sink, thank God. So as he went to clean his room and the kitchen area of the blood, I still sat here in the bathroom, on the edge of the tub, wearing rubber dishwashing gloves, pouring bleach into the tub and down the drain. Fun times. I hated this shit. Back home, we had clean-up crews for the more nefarious actions, but oh no, out in the field, we had to do this kind of work.

"It's bad. I think maybe if I open the windows and air it out, it might help some, but there's no question that it's going to take some bleach, too. Lots of bleach." Jenny nodded slowly. "Okay. So . . . we need bleach. And vinegar and baking soda." At my questioning glance, she explained, "It's good for cleaning sinks and showers and toilets. Great for deodorizing, too." She looked back at my car. "It's not furnished, is it?"