The title alliterates. Say it out loud.
This is the side of my house:
This is my kitchen window:
This is the hole in the wall by my kitchen window that the old dish tv cable used to go in:
These are some of the honey bees that went through that hole to build a hive and now live inside the walls of my house:
I have a regular pest-control service, and yesterday the service person texted me to say that there was a hole in the wall of my house that bees were going in and out of. “Honey bees?” I asked. “Yes,” she responded. Darn.
In one sense, I guess I’m glad it’s honey bees, because they’re nice, so I don’t have to worry about them attacking me. In another sense, I’m not glad it’s honey bees, because I don’t want to kill them, so I’ll be paying a company to remove them carefully and take them away alive for relocation.
I have no idea how long they’ve been there, but it seems like they can’t have been there long, because they’re right by the trash cans, so I should have seen them. Hopefully the hive isn’t that big yet, so the removal company won’t have to tear such a big hole in my wall.
Dang. Why did it have to be bees? I pray that this is a very minimal situation, too. We need bees, but not in anyone’s house.
I’m glad you are having them removed properly. I hope you are able to be home to watch the process. It is so interesting. Hopefully they won’t have to take out too much of your wall. Try not to get stung on your nose….?
Good grief! You need Grandpa Hummel to do it for you free!!!
The lyrics of an old Irish folk tune came to mind as I scrolled through your “reveal”:
Refrain:
“Ho, ro, the rattlin’ bog, the bog down in the valley o
Ho, ro, the rattlin’ bog, the bog down in the valley o
Well in the bog there was a hole, a rare hole and a rattlin’ hole
Hole in the bog, in the bog down in the valley o”
Ensuing verses talk about a tree in that hole, a branch on that tree, a twig on the branch, und so weiter until you get to the flea on the wing of the bird in the nest on the twig and…well, you get the idea
It seems you are living that song these days, Brad. Sorry for you…