Last spring we noticed there were some bees hanging out by our front door. We don’t use our front door since it’s falling off the hinges so the bees quickly became out of sight, out of mind.
Summer came around and Heidi was enjoying a popsicle on the front steps. All of a sudden the bees were no longer out of sight and certainly not out of mind.
Shawn located the hive under the siding and sealed the entry point. No more bees hanging out by the front door.
Great! Wonderful! No.
They found a way out. Into the attic. Out of the attic. Into the bathroom.
Last fall we noticed there were some bees hanging out in our bathroom. We don’t use our bathroom… Wait. That’s not right. We do use our bathroom! Uh, oh…
We spent the rest of the fall checking for bees before we sat, before we stepped, before we showered.
We spent the rest of the fall running to the bathroom when Heidi would shriek “There’s a BEE IN HERE!”
We spent the rest of the fall waiting for the attic to get cold enough to kill the bees.
In the mean time we killed bees in the shower, we killed bees in the light fixture, we killed bees on the shower rack, and we killed bees that made their way down to the laundry room via the laundry chute.
As it started to get cold the bees started to get weak and appeared slightly drunk. Some of them would be so slow to react we were able to pick them up with a tissue and flush them. Others were crazy drunk fliers who would buzz from light fixture to light fixture causing you to chase them while looking directly into the light.
Then one day they were gone. It was winter and they were all dead. And since we don’t use our attic quickly the bees became out of sight, out of mind.
Until Tuesday. On Tuesday there was a bee in the bathroom.
On Tuesday Shawn went into the attic and sealed the entry point.
On Wednesday there was one lonely bee in the bathroom. Shawn ran to the bathroom when Heidi shrieked “There’s a BEE IN HERE!”
I cringed. I knew we were in for another spring, summer, fall with bees in our bathroom.
But, alas, Thursday there were no bees. I am left to assume the Wednesday bee was one lone bee who had been hiding out in the attic when the access point to his hive was closed off.
I am happy to say we are now bee free. At least in our bathroom.
I think I should get this ring to commemorate the experience.
**Editorial Note: We most likely had wasp’s and not bees but we spent the entire year calling the bees and I like the story better that way…**