Today was one of those days where you get a lot done and yet can’t name anything you did. There was vacuuming and laundry (of course) and getting gas in the car and wrapping a present or two but what really happened today – who knows… I was pulling clothes off the line when I heard a faint buzzing sound. I looked over my shoulder where I saw quite a few bees flying around a tree, which phased me none because I am team “save the honey bees” and all. But then I looked down and saw a huge chunk of honeycomb and lots and lots and lots more bees.
Now I am oddly equipped with the knowledge that soapy water will effectively bring down the bees and a wet vac will remove them. (Kids, of course DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME, I AM A SEMI- (not at all) PROFESSIONAL). Our neighbor is highly allergic to bee stings and fortified with that information I decided to go into termination mode. One bucket of soapy water, plus the actual bucket to enclose it and I was nearly golden. I was getting ready to clean up the carnage and congratulate myself on my contribution to keeping the neighborhood safe when I heard more buzzing.
When I looked up, I had a flashback to every time anyone has ever explained icebergs to me and realized that the massive chunk I had “saved” the block from was merely a piece of a much larger problem. This hive was gigantic and multilayered and I knew enough to know I would need reinforcement. My husband, never one to say no to a challenge (except the polar bear plunge of course) didn’t skip a beat before declaring that we were going to need more foam and the kids super soakers.
Now, I know that the logical move would have been to call a bee removal specialist, wait it out until they arrived, take out a second mortgage on the house to pay for it and be done with the problem. But I ask you; would that solution result in two otherwise competent adults wielding a shop-vac/garbage can/super soaker combination while avoiding kamikaze fallout and angry swarms? No. No it would not.
After the hive was removed I primarily felt two things 1)I felt like I massacred an entire community, which in fact I did. That is something I will have to reconcile with because I primarily live by a code of doing no harm and this ran completely counter to that. I read online that honeybees don’t sting and after today I wanted to write an email to that article writer to inform them of my findings…’cause they do sting. Also 2)I felt like a savior, because I cannot imagine if the kids had accidently kicked a soccer ball into a tree and that had fallen on them, or if the dog chased a squirrel or raccoon up the tree and knocked it down or if it had landed on the other side of the fence and terrified our neighbor. The dualism is real, I promise.
In the end it was about more than bees and safety and the ethical skirmish that exists in us all. (Whaaaaaat? There was more to it than that?! Yes. ) There is nothing could compare to the feeling I felt when I looked over at this guy, my guy, ever in my corner, always willing to be on my team, no matter what came our way. I can’t speak for the bees but I can say that for me, that made the entire ordeal worth it.