Bees

I relish my Saturday mornings. I'm definitely a morning kind of gal, and I love waking up early to a full day ahead, catching up on a little email, getting my workout in and enjoying a little quiet introvert time to myself. Yesterday I was prepared to do the same, and just as I was tying up my running shoes, I heard a peculiar buzzing coming from up above.

Sure enough, a bee was lurking in my office. I swiftly killed the pest and was prepared to be on my way, when I noticed the buzzing hadn't stopped. In fact, now there were two more bees. At this point I knew that I no longer wanted to take matters into my own hands, and I went in to wake my happily slumbering husband (desperate times call for desperate measures).

"Paul, there are bees in the office."

"Did you kill them?"

"Yes."

"Good girl." And rolls back over.

So I return, gingerly, to the office. And then I see it - the freaking bees are coming out one by one from the ceiling! I almost lost it, seriously. I am not usually afraid of bugs (thanks to all of those years at camp) but creepy! And bees to make matters worse - if it had been mosquitoes or ants, no big deal, right?

Anyway, I'll save you the long drawn out story, but in short Paul was awakened quickly and clothed himself in armor for battle (he did get one sting in the process, brave soul). Meanwhile, while the superhero speedily plugged the ceiling hole and swiftly killed the bees in the room, I did the appropriate internet research and ran to the hardware store to pick up bee killing goods.

One lousy fog bomb, many ladder climbs to the attic, some seriously strong (25 foot range!) bug spray, and much vacuuming of dead larvae (disgusting) later, we may have finally ridded ourselves of the stinkers. We have a now enlarged and currently duct-taped hole in the office ceiling, as we're not fixing that bad boy for good until we know they're not coming back. We'll be armed if they do.

On a positive note, the four hour get out of the house fogger allowed for a lovely bike ride and a visit to Maxwell Street Days downtown (reason #5784 that Madison is the best little city in the world). And by nightfall Paul was working on music and I was making truffles for a certain someone's shower next weekend. All's well that ends well.