In the oak tree in front of our house we have a beehive. We have had said beehive for over a year now. The bees have always been a friend to the Blevins' family. We haven't bothered them and they haven't bothered us. A couple of weeks ago though we noticed the bees becoming more active. They started to swarm more and we started to get a little concerned about the sheer number of bees in the hive. Ben and several of our neighbors began to plot out a strategy to get rid of the hive. A novel and genius plan to be exact...spray wasp/bee spray in a trashbag and put it over the tree stump. Sounds like a genius plan...if you want to get stung to death.
Well tonight we took the little guy on a walk. As we walked back up the driveway after our walk, Ben swatted at a bee and then the little guy started crying. Upon further inspection we realized Eli had been stung on the ear by a bee. And you know what happens when something hurts your kid...ALL OUT WAR! So while I am tending to Eli's swollen ear, Ben is plotting his revenge on the bees. So my sweet, but untrained bee keeping neighbors come down to help out with the attack. So they employ their genius strategy, only to have it fail miserably. The bag rips and bees coming spilling out of the tree with some spite in their stingers. Ben, Chris and Blake run their separate ways as they try to fight off the attacking bees. Let's just say it was pretty funny to watch from inside. Fortunately Ben had this lovely contraption on. Yes it is a hazmat suit, but apparently it kept him from getting stung too badly.
When strategy one fails they move on to the next one. They are going to light the tree on fire.
You know you might be a redneck when you use liquid silicone and a lighter to set your tree on fire to get rid of the bees.
So apparently this plan works for a while. It at least smokes the bees out and provides an opportunity for Ben to spray some more stuff into the hole. Here's Ben giving me the "we're number 1" sign. He's was so proud of his bee keeping skills.
Meanwhile, I am concerned they are going to burn down the whole tree. So Ben gets the hose and shoves it down the tree.
Then the final stage of this expertly executed bee keeping strategy involves filling the hole up with liquid foam. So if you drive by my house and see some yellow goop hanging out of my tree, just remember we live in the country and we aren't afraid to get our hands dirty or our butts stung, especially if you mess with our babies. And my husband is quite proud of his skills, so proud he has been wrapping this song all night long ...They call me the bee killer, rhyme spiller, I'll take your tree and lite it up like a miller.
Did I mention we live in the country.
3 comments:
Oh my goodness. Guess that's why Ben has all of his toys! You just never know when you'll need a hazmat suit! Good thing he's had one for all this time. I think he needs a flame thrower now. Thank goodness Blake only came home with 2 stings.
Too funny! You should have called a local bee keeper to move the bees.
By the way, I like the new look of the blog. Kepp my baby Eli safe.
This is hysterical--and so typical Ben! You could have called a bee keeper, though it wouldn't have been as funny. We just had a story on our local news about a couple whose garage was humming--turned out they had hundreds of bees inside their walls. They called a bee keeper, since in Colorado we are all about nature.
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