BEES!

I hesitate to write this. Every time I write about the bees, I dread the moment when Cari will read it.

Last week when I walked the trash cans to the curb, I looked across the driveway toward the nest of ground bees. I didn't see any flying in or out, so I went to investigate.

I had procrastinated a long time on this issue. Cari says the bees must go and are a problem. I disagreed and put off dealing with it, even against threats of her calling an exterminator.
Standing on the driveway for a few minutes, I couldn't find any bees.

The next morning I told Cari the bees were taken care of. I walked out to get the mail with her. She didn't see any bees either. Cari asked what I did to take care of them. I explained to her that I asked the bees to move away, and they did.

She frowned at me and declared the nest to still be active. We didn't see any as we stood there, but she refused to believe the problem was over. I stepped down into the grass and moved some rocks the kids had thrown near the hive opening. No bees attacked me. I'll admit that I was a bit nervous moving that rock, but I couldn't tell Cari.

A few day passed without issue. Then Cari came in from getting the mail and said I have bees to go deal with. There was about a five minute discussion about how the bees returned. I tried to convince her that the bees had left, and that this was a new colony. I told her I would go have a talk with these new bees and they will leave.

That was about three days ago. Cari has seen bees a few times since then. I still have not gone out to witness this myself. After I write this, I'm going out to talk to the bees. I want them to know the danger they are putting themselves in.

I'm hoping there won't be anything to see when I walk out there.