The bee sting was the final straw for us in our battle against the bees that long ago invaded our house. Brad had tried several "home-remedies" himself (including blow torching them from the rooftop when he was putting up our Christmas lights), but all to no avail. So, after the sting, we called in the professionals. They exterminated on Wednesday and sent the removal men out on Monday.
It took 2 men working about 3 and half hours to get rid of all of the hive. We were only there for the first half of the process and Libby got to pose with only one of the two giant trash bags filled with honeycomb. It's hard to tell in the picture, but they are stacked in layers in the bag and this was only the half of it! YIKES! Too bad the honey is no good after they exterminate - we could have made a killing off of all of it!
A lot of work and WAY too much money later, we are officially bee-free in the Macbeth household. I can't even begin to tell you how nice it is to come home to a (relatively) clean garage floor without bee carcasses strewn all over it! Libby has decided her favorite type of bees are "dead bees" and I must say, I whole-heartedly agree! :)
Too bad those professional exterminators weren't smart enough to recognize honey bees and their honey combs. The bees could have been moved without killing all of them -- don't they know that honey bees are becoming more and more rare and that we need them? Guess it just goes to prove that having the "professional" title doesn't make you smart!
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