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I’m with Ms. Pumpkin. I want to know about **Kalhoun’s **12 ft tall honeycomb full o’ bees in her wall.
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Well, we live on the edge of a forest, so this kind of thing is fairly common. Plus, my house is like 110+ years old, wood-sided farmhouse. This is a very attractive place for those little bastids to set up housekeeping.
Anyhoo, the saga began when Kid Kalhoun started complaining that there were bees dying in his room. Attentive mother that I was, I yelled up the stairs and told him to “Close the damn window and you wouldn’t have these problems!” After a couple more complaints, I went up there and, sure enough, he had half a dozen dead bees on his bed. Yikes, and everything, but I didn’t make a connection with A Bigger Problem.
The next clue was when he announced he was no longer going to take the garbage down to the road because there were a gajillion bees he had to maneuver past. And he was right! So we realized there was a problem. We could see them flying around the outside of one area of the house. Called an exterminator. He sprinkled some dry powder around the area which only pissed the little bastids off more.
Then one day, we were sitting in the living room with the TV off (a rare occurence at Kasa Kalhoun). We could hear the house buzzing. I decided to call another exterminator. They showed up at night with stethescopes and listened to the walls and found the problem area. They removed a section of siding and inside was a hive, about 4 layers thick and it went from the ground all the way up and started curving into the second story area (about 12 ft). Since the original exterminator had already poisoned, they decided to spray some liquid poison on it rather than trying to lure them out with “essence of queen bee”. Then they took the sections of hive out. They were scooping dead handfuls of bees out of the wall (filling buckets with them!! :eek: ). They estimated at least 10,000 bees in the colony.
The highlight of the ordeal is when a female member of the extermination team got a bee under her shirt. She whipped off her shirt and went running through the yard topless. Luckily, Mr. K and his buddy were there to say, “Don’t worry, lady! We’ll get the bee for ya!” :rolleyes:
I’m still nervous any time I see a stinging creature hovering around the same spot for too long.
Then one day