Last night, I found about a dozen dead bees in my living room. They were all congregated at the east end of the room, by the french doors.
This afternoon, I found another two dozen dead bees in my living room. This time, they were all at the west end of the room, by the picture window. Maybe they were there last night, and I just didn’t see them. I didn’t search the room, and the lights weren’t on at the other end of the room, so maybe I missed them in the dark.
I’m kind of creeped out, actually. How did they all get in? Why did they come inside just to die?
Chances are you’ve got a nest in, under or on your house somewhere. They often can find their way indoors in their search for food. They navigate by the position of the Sun, which they can see through windows. Unfortunately, they’re not too bright and keep trying to get through the window until they die.
Maybe you are just a character in a M. Night Shyamalan film. Other, er, signs, are that no one except a small creepy wide-eyed child acknowledges your presence, you are the only and completely unscathed survivor of a tragic mass roller-blading accident, you live in a subdivision surrounded by invisible predators, someone is cutting circular patterns in your lawn, or you find a nearly drowned waif lounging on the side of your pool.
Since you use the word bees I’m not sure if you mean honeybees specifically, but if you do, then indeed they are likely in the structure somewhere.
Please call a beekeeper or beekeeper’s association about removal, since many times it can be done with no more damage than an exterminator would be required to do, and they save the bees, in most cases.
In Lobotomyboy’s link, a swarm ( read that as the next generation moving out looking for their own place ) had alighted on the swingset. Had a knowledgeable person been there a new hive was of easy avail. Bees are very docile then; no home to protect, they mass about the queen.
A lamentable end, but I do enjoy watching contenders for the Darwin Awards.
I didn’t see any more bees this morning. But god help me if there are bees in here; it just further confirms that although I love my house, my house doesn’t love me back. I’ve fortunately already got an exterminator on the payroll; he comes a couple times a week to try to get rid of the stupid rats that were living in the basement. (A friend suggested something in the rat control work had maybe set off the bees, but somehow I doubt snap traps + peanut butter would lead to a bee graveyard.)
Allow me to expand upon my prior response: I am already working with a pest control company, which is licensed and bonded. I will speak with them regarding this potential bee problem and, if they do not have the requisite experience and credentials to address the problem adequately, I will seek from them a referral to an appropriately licensed and credentialed professional to deal with the situation.
I hope that’s sufficient for you now. Good lord, people.
I apologize for my reaction. I read your second post as saying, “Moron. RTFM.” when I think instead you merely intended to emphasize the seriousness of the situation. Believe me, I am well aware of the seriousness, and I appreciate your concern. Again, I apologize for my reaction; it was based on a misunderstanding.