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 . . .