Have you ever been swarmed by angry bees? We were today. What excitement, with lots of hootin and hollerin.
Pal Tommy was so inspired by his introduction to the farm, that he borrowed his friend Troy's Bad Ass Mower to groom the property. Boy was he having fun and he did a great job. When he finished the pasture west of the house
he headed east across the back of the house.
i guess the bees holed up between the kitchen walls didn't like the noise, dust and vibrations. For no longer had he passed the corner of the house when they swarmed him. He raced off on the mower yelling. When I looked up he was hopping around, swatting his head and pulling off his shirt.
And the next the I knew they were swarming around me. Amazed I started swatting and screaming (which might have been the best part!) And then I ran for the house getting stung over and over. Right inside the kitchen door was the cooler with yesterday's melted ice. I grabbed it and poured it over my head. Perhaps it slowed a few down but the SOB's wouldn't give up! I ran through the house to the bathroom and locked myself in. Bees were still caught in my wet hair and buzzing around me. When I got them out - about five of them - I swatted them triumphantly.
Thank God I am not allergic or really scared of bees. I suffered many a sting as a child running through clover seeking those with four leaves or clover blossems with long thick stems for braiding necklaces. I remember many occasions when my grandfather, Daddy Pa, would dutifully chew the tobacco from one of his cigarettes in order to apply it to my stings. So, today, I was glad that Tom smokes, especially for the sting on the top of my ear. It really does work.
Oh, to add insult to injury, they attacked me twice more when I dared to come back our into the yard...
My, my what a difference mowing made. The cleanup crew returns tomorrow. As does the beekeeper!
Pal Tommy was so inspired by his introduction to the farm, that he borrowed his friend Troy's Bad Ass Mower to groom the property. Boy was he having fun and he did a great job. When he finished the pasture west of the house
he headed east across the back of the house.
i guess the bees holed up between the kitchen walls didn't like the noise, dust and vibrations. For no longer had he passed the corner of the house when they swarmed him. He raced off on the mower yelling. When I looked up he was hopping around, swatting his head and pulling off his shirt.
And the next the I knew they were swarming around me. Amazed I started swatting and screaming (which might have been the best part!) And then I ran for the house getting stung over and over. Right inside the kitchen door was the cooler with yesterday's melted ice. I grabbed it and poured it over my head. Perhaps it slowed a few down but the SOB's wouldn't give up! I ran through the house to the bathroom and locked myself in. Bees were still caught in my wet hair and buzzing around me. When I got them out - about five of them - I swatted them triumphantly.
Thank God I am not allergic or really scared of bees. I suffered many a sting as a child running through clover seeking those with four leaves or clover blossems with long thick stems for braiding necklaces. I remember many occasions when my grandfather, Daddy Pa, would dutifully chew the tobacco from one of his cigarettes in order to apply it to my stings. So, today, I was glad that Tom smokes, especially for the sting on the top of my ear. It really does work.
Oh, to add insult to injury, they attacked me twice more when I dared to come back our into the yard...
My, my what a difference mowing made. The cleanup crew returns tomorrow. As does the beekeeper!