The battle of the bees

Our phone was not working. We did not know this at first since we could call out. Then we began to hear that people could not get a hold of us. That is strange. We did a test and we discovered we only had a one way phone. A call to the repairman resulted in a visit (too early in Teresa’s opinion). Thus began the battle of the bees. “I cannot work on your phone line until the bees are gone.” He says. Armed in a long sleeve coat with a hood I sneak up on the swarming bees (all seven or eight of them but is seemed like more in the narrow passage between the hedge and the house.) I spray the hole and they are stunned but rise again to fly away. Again and again I risk shooting the hole with the deadly(?) spray but the bees are unaffected.

So off to Fred’s to arm myself with something more deadly. This time when I shoot the hole with my spray it turns to deadly foam. Now they are trapped! Ha ha. For extra measure I set a trap for those bees away from home with a trusty soda bottle trap. Nothing will stop the repairman tomorrow I say. I arise early and spread more deadly foam before leaving for work. By 4:00 the bees are dead and I am ready for the repairman to fix my phone. He arrives soon and finishes the job after many search and find missions to find all our phone jacks. Why are they all behind desks, dressers and book shelves… even wires coming out of the attic? Alas I hear the ringing of a bell. It is our friendly phone now working again. We are no longer cut off from the world. We can rest safely tonight having won the battle of the bees and restored communication with the world.