Real Honey, Real Cheap

John has this little cloth book that we call the Busy Bee (of course, from Best in Show). And everytime we read it, we think of our little friends, our houseguests, our few thousand extra pets -- the bees that live in our living room wall.

As of today, the bees have been evicted.

Many of you have heard of the great bee saga -- how we discovered the swarm a few weeks after John was born, and how we kept ABC Pest & Lawn on speed-dial as they tried to kill them for us. The problem, according to Bill the Bee Man, was that even if we did kill them or prevent them from coming into their hive, we would still have to open up the wall to remove the honeycomb. Or else it would rot. And mold. In our wall.

So we've spent the last year dodging bees and/or pretending they didn't exist. I won't tell you what the final straw was, but Tommy knows. And it was funny. :-) And today, Bill the Bee Man returned, and when he was left, he took about 25 pounds of honeycomb and dead bees with him. What does that look like, you ask?

Bill the Bee Man sprays bee-killer into the hole. (Since yes, Jessica, there were still live bees in there. :-))














Bees R Us














Bill the Bee Man does his thing



















The aftermath