Happy Birthday Ched!
Today is our friend D. Chedwick Bryant's birthday and Noah and I wish her the happiest of days.
Well the bee saga ended this afternoon with a happy outcome for all involved. The only causlty was the $50 that it cost me to have the bee guy show up.
I waited in vain all morning and into the afternoon for my buzzy little friends to move on to parts unknown. They seemed quite content to stay put in our oak tree.
For my part, I would gladly have let bee be bees, had my young assistant Noah, not insisted upon riding his bike and creating all manner of mayhem in the vicinity of the bees. I told him to knock it off, but I'm guessing that defense wouldn't work when I had to explain how he got stung a zillion times.
I finally broke down and called the bee removal (killer) guys. They sent a very nice older guy named Vic out to our place. The damn bees must have had scouts out looking for pest control trucks, because while Vic and I were at the front door, the entire swarm in the back yard just upped and left. Sneed timing.
Vic did hang this swell bee trap in the tree in case they are lurking nearby, waiting for the coast to clear. Actually, he said it's to catch the foragers who were out foraging when the queen bee decided to pull up stakes. Those poor guys got left without so much as a hearty goodbye.
Vic did confirm that removing the bees means blasting them with a lethal dose of something, so I'm glad they moved on before the blasting commenced.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky