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The Killer Bee Chronicles Continue

When last we visited our gang of killer bees (Rodgers and Hammerstein Are Frauds — 3/22/12), they were holding our happy home hostage. Having attacked me and left me swollen up like a giant bullfrog, they were celebrating, getting a real buzz on, so to

Killer bees at two o’clock

speak.

The hive, I might point out, was in the wall behind our bed. They were in there – not just a handful but a whole  army – trying to tunnel their way through the plaster and lath to mount a massive shock and awe attack as we slept.

They might have been the depraved, cowardly black hats from a vintage western movie who have driven the last bit of law and order out of town. We needed that staple of vintage westerns, the guy in the white hat on a silver horse – the guy who would ride in during the last reel to vanquish the evildoers and save the day in an action-packed climax.

Enter the Beebusters. They didn’t exactly ride in in the last reel and race to an action-packed climax. They studied a lot. They took pictures. They discussed, made plans, took more pictures.

Finally, after an eternity of waiting, the day of reckoning arrived. The Beebusters themselves arrived late morning with loads of paraphernalia and a plan. First they would seal off our bedroom. Then from the outside, they would seal off the entrance so that no one could enter or leave. Then they would open up the wall and start vacuuming like crazy, capturing the critters in their specially rigged shopvac. It

Beebusters at work

sounded a bit reckless to me, but I wasn’t vacuuming, so let them be reckless.

I should point out that it’s all about the Queen Bee who sits on her throne inside the hive while all the drones bow a lot and buzz “Yes your majesty. How high, your majesty?” (Sort of like Republican candidates bowing before Queen Rush.) If the Beebusters can capture this Queen Bee, all the obsequious, bootlicking drones will follow her wherever she goes.

But what if you can’t find the Queen Bee, I asked. It seems they were prepared for this possibility. They would use a make-believe queen if necessary. The little girls across the street both began jumping up and down and shouting “I want to be a make-believe queen. I want to be a make-believe queen.” until we hosed them down and got on with our work. The make-believe queen is actually a drone in drag who will lure his fellow drones into “The Box.”

“The Box”

“Come into the box, my dears. It’s nice in the box. Nothing bad in here. Just me. And I’m sooo hot. C’mon handsome. Fly right in and we’ll have such a good time.” They will eagerly follow this siren into the bowels of “The Box” just as if he were the real thing. Bees are industrious, but they’re none too smart.

It was a big job – there were approximately 43,267 bees in our wall, and the Beebusters were able to bring most of them back alive. They now live in a pleasant retirement community on a farm far, far away.

But the killer bees hadn’t been gone two weeks when I discovered a gigantic anthill in one of our flower beds. Radioactive fallout and steroids have made the ants themselves monstrous, capable of carrying off small dogs and children. We gave them the little girls from across the street and a few strays that wandered into the yard, but they’re not satisfied. Does anyone know where I can get a giant anteater?

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8 comments on “The Killer Bee Chronicles Continue

  1. Craig Dunford
    June 20, 2012

    Sorry you left Utah????

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  2. Craig Dunford
    June 20, 2012

    Right, it’s the Beehive State.

    Ours are well behaved.

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  3. Pat B
    June 21, 2012

    How’s the honey supply?
    I know, bee careful what you wish for!

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    • Richard Daybell
      June 21, 2012

      The bees took their honey with them. That strikes me as rather poor sportsmanship.

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  4. elroyjones
    June 21, 2012

    Are you keeping track of how often children meet with an unfortunate end in your writing? There’s a pattern, that’s all I’m saying.

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  5. Evalyn Stone
    June 21, 2012

    NYC has also had a surprising rash (poorly chosen word, perhaps?) of inappropriately swarming bees. So far, they’ve chosen a car’s rear-view mirror (and the rest of that side of the car), a fire hydrant, and a few other not-found-in-nature urban oases. The theory is that wanna-be urban beekeepers are tending their charges poorly, so they are seeking greener pastures. So far, no bees on my balconies.

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    • Richard Daybell
      June 21, 2012

      Frankly, I find all swarming inappropriate. I have no use for urban beekeepers either. I wish I had known a few weeks ago that your balconies were beeless. I could have fixed you right up.

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