The bees were pretty aggressive. That was a change.
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The lift. Bees were located between
the two windows on the right |
Several months ago, Mrs. Joyce Clingan called me and asked me to remove the bees that were in the corner of her home. We had planned to schedule the removal to coincide with the fixing of her gutters. She already needed to rent the lift, so why not combine the tasks, and just rent the lift once?
Made sense.
Of course, the gutter repairs had been delayed, and life had intervened. Now it was several months later, and had gotten to a time when translocating bees can be difficult, but.... it was also time for the bees to go. So she simply went ahead and rented the lift. Friday morning, I gathered my materials, and went over to see if I could figure out how to use the machine that would make my life easier.
After spending a little while getting used to the controls, I got to work. Having the lift beats the heck out of climbing a ladder and balancing everything at every step. I started off with the prybar, and pulled loose the fascia board, to expose the first section of bees.
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| Bee stinger - removed from the author's nose.... |
Predictably, the bees were sincerely unhappy about this development, and reminded me repeatedly why it was a good idea to wear a suit and veil. They also expressed their displeasure with the innocent painter who was walking nearby, and sought me out to confer every time I took a break to get some water (one decided my nose looked like a potential new hive, and climbed in to investigate, and stung me when I objected. Another worked her way under my baseball cap. And stung me when I objected. Yet another found the gap between my jacket and my pants, and my derriere experienced a sharp retort when I sat down.)
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| Peekaboo! |
