Summer of the Bees

The story continues.  Earlier today, my daughter came running inside because a bee was chasing her.  Then, about an hour ago, my husband called me upstairs because bees were divebombing the window.  When I looked out from a different angle, however, I saw a giant nest about the size of a football helmet in our eaves.

This is a second story window, though, so I thought this nest could possible be left alone.  However, when I went outside to test out that theory, I was very rudely chased inside.  The bees have to go.  Now we just have to figure out how to get to them.

To be continued . . .

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5 Responses to Summer of the Bees

  1. Jerre says:

    A fresh can of bee spray will reach that far — it reaches the roof of my barn, at least. Good luck!

    If you manage to kill the nest and take it down intact, I think you can preserve it with hair spray for show and tell.

    • Sarah Sarah says:

      That’s what I told Alan. He thinks they’re bald-faced hornets. I haven’t managed to get a good look at them yet, since our upstairs windows are so cloudy, but I do know that they’ve been in my knapweed a lot. It also explains why they are more aggressive than the other nests we have discovered this summer.

      • Becky says:

        I hate baldfaced hornets. They are the spawn of Satan.

        • Sarah Sarah says:

          Agreed. They’ve left us alone all summer, but the day we discovered them, they started dive-bombing us if we were in the front yard. Unfortunately, with all our medical drama, we haven’t had the time to zap them yet. It needs to happen before C comes home, in case she wants to hobble out into the sunshine.

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