There is a hostage situation going on in my yard.
Tomatoes, basil and other plants are crying out to be rescued.
Honey bees have taken up residence in large numbers in the gate to my garden. That is the gate I use to get inside to pick my crops. It’s the only gate into the garden which is surrounded by a 6 foot fence.
They are in the hollow tubing that surrounds the people door to the fence.
They hung around last year but they nested in the other side of the door. We were able to live in harmony.
This year they moved to the side where the latch is. That means I totally x@#? them off when I use the door.
At first there were only about ten and I was quick so they didn’t get agitated.
This weekend there must have been a bee convention because there were lots. I stopped by during happy hour except that they weren’t happy with me. I needed some fresh basil. They were practicing pick-up lines on each other.
I was quick but not quick enough. I was swarmed and consequently stung. Several times. It hurt. Like hell.
I swell up like a hot air balloon when I get stung. Hot pink balloon but no stripes!
My arms look (and feel) like sacks of cement without a wrinkle on my hand. It looks like I spent a fortune on injectables to “plump” out the wrinkles. The only sign that they are “older” hands are the few freckles (Some people call them liver marks, I call them freckles!).
It ended in an emergency trip to the doctor for a steroid shot and antibiotics. The pain and itching aren’t the worst part. I have to figure out how to get them out of there or there will be no veggies or fresh herbs this year.
The beloved husband recommended spraying. This is my organic garden. I fear some of the nasty spray will settle on my basil and parsley and we’ll die.
I hate killing bees. They do “good” (except for convention weekends when they all let their stingers hang out).
I wonder if I could ransom my garden for a pot of honey. (Perhaps I should try gofundme!)
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