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{Let me just start by letting you in on a little secret: My quiet, reserved husband can be a bit of a drama queen. =) }
Here is how the drama began:
Recently, I was ironing and sewing. My ironing board faces the window that overlooks this tree.
(That bee hive box is not there at this point in the story.)
I noticed something bug-like swarming the tree. Cole and I studied it for a few minutes and decided that it must be some type of bee. In fact, we recalled that our dog, Cody, had gotten stung under that tree the night before. So, I mentioned the swarm to my husband when he came home that night.
My husband decides that these must be the killer bees he’s heard about on TV, and sets out on a mission to protect his family from them. Did I mention that my husband’s childhood dream was to be a park ranger when he grew up? He got on the phone with some wildlife organization (I’m not sure who?) and he also stopped by a neighbor’s house, who happens to raise bees.
Enter bee hive box into picture.

The neighbor put the box with some bait there to see if the bees would move into a new home. She came by several times a day to check on them. The bees did not take up residence in the box but they did start flying over to the neighbor’s hive in her yard and began attacking her bees.
After a number of days, our neighbor decided that she would have to somehow get the queen into the box and then the rest would follow. She wore her bee keeper’s suit, brought her smoker, and my husband placed a very tall extension ladder against the trunk of the tree. Somehow, she was able to scrape the queen bee off into a box along with the a bunch of worker bees. She carried them off to her farm. The rest of the bees simply left.
There is probably some kind of spiritual lesson or moral to this story. I don’t know. Be sure to fill me in if you figure it out.
However, I am certain about this:













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He may ban your visits to the pool on Cedarwood Drive to protect you from the attacks of the awful horsefly
Ha ha! That horsefly was much more aggressive than the bees were! Had fun with you and the girls! I'm so glad I got to spend some time with them this summer.