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Bee Swarm Had a terrible adventure yesterday afternoon. I was coming out the back door of the garage when I heard a loud humming noise, and looking up, I saw a huge swarm of bees whirling and swirling over the place the old pine tree used to be. It was just like an African bee horror movie. Whoops, I have to go to church now, so check back here later for the rest of the story. Golly gumbo, why did I not know it was the Student Ministry Service, I would have made myself scarce. They had guitars (muy loud) and tuneless rock songs, a skit, and lots of getting up and staying up. ("There's no SITTING in church!!!" to paraphrase the Georgia band). EG was not pleased. She sat there most of the time with her fingers in her ears, and muttered to me, "This is not my kind of music!" Other old timers were clearly not amused. Back to the bees: I ran into the house, shut the sliding door quickly, and peeked out to see if I was being followed. The bees stayed put and did not seem aggressive, so I went out onto the deck. I hear that African bees "bump" you, fly into you without stinging a few times to warn you off, then, of course, attack you and kill you, but none of that was going on (obviously not the killing part). I could see a big mass of bees on the side of the playhouse, up near the window. I called the police and asked the dispatcher. She gave me the numbers of three bee people, and I finally got one, a really nice lady, on the phone. She told me that bees are gentle, kind creatures (except the ones that kill you), and if I leave them alone, they would finish swarming and fly off somewhere. Later that afternoon, most of them were gone, but there are a few dozen still buzzing around the same spot on the playhouse. I went into the playhouse and looked up to the area, but no, there was no nest of bees in there. Maybe just the frustrated drones are left. Wouldn't you know it, over at Jason's, Michael was watching a show on the Amimal Channel called The Big Sting, showing pest control people trying to get rid of a nest of African Bees in a small house just like the playhouse. I am almost done knitting the butterscotch cardigan (again) and listening to a book-on-tape, Dear And Glorious Physician. And doing tons of laundry, of course. |