"There's a beehive in our tree....and there's a queen bee....and there's a THOUSAND bees!"
Mike was excited too. He was excited to be our hero and save his helpless family from the killer bees. His first step? Call the maintenance department on campus. They advised him to wait until 10:30 at night when the bees wouldn't fly and gave him a spray to use.
Our friend, Mel, was visiting that evening. Mike, who will be called Beeman from this point onward, clothed himself from head to toe and ventured out into the darkness. Mel shone a spotlight through the window onto the swarm of bees. Beeman edged closer, holding the spray can at arm's length. He sprayed, ducking his head, crouching low, and preparing for a quick escape.
The bees did not move. He continued to spray. The bees still did not move. He realized that he enjoyed spraying and decided to drown the dying bees.
Silence.
The bees started falling from the tree. Like a melting icicle, they dripped off in clumps while the small branch lifted higher and higher, relieved from the weight.
Beeman had saved us all.
5 comments:
Somehow in reading this I see Mike being able to do a spot on interview about the bees as Dwight. This just screams material for Dwight. Love the picture!
Hilarious! Way to go Beeman. Mike needs a black and yellow cape.
I am sorry I never made it over to see the hive. I did hear about your tree with a huge hive, it was the "buzz" around Upland, Ha Ha,
Wow! We had that same thing happen to us a couple of years ago. A swarm of about 6,000 bees was on our maple tree out back. Jon wasn't that adventurous. He did make a phone call, though....to a beekeeper we know at church. It was all pretty fascinating.
I have already called PETA, expect a call Beeman
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