Under Attack

Dear Little Ones,

It was a regular day at the Babbitt House. (since we discuss poo so much please note that I am referring to our schedule and not our bowel movements.)   We were on our way home from tutoring darlings.  Your Captain had arrived home a bit early.  I walked into the house and

he says, "hey do you want to see something really weird?"

I say, "sure"

To which he says, "are you sure, it may scar you."

At this point he starts to lead me out front.  What was going through my mind?  

1. someone lost a finger and it is laying on the driveway.

2. An abnormally large scorpion  was found

3. The Captain's second wife is hiding behind the RV and he is finally coming out of the polygamist closet.  Yeah, more sisters and brothers....

But no,  there was a rather large beehive that was the surprise.  I was not really fond of this surprise.  Thank heavens we were on vacation earlier this year and our friends' brother is a bee guy.  The Cap called Bee Be Gone and Chandler was to our house in an hour and a half.  (Thank you Chandler.  You are my Bee Hero!!)   

The Captain had some photo difficulty and it really should be a horizontal picture.  

Chandler advises us that there are 50 to 60 THOUSAND bees.  

He also tells us that there is about 30lbs of honeycomb.  (Check out all of those dead bees.  I am so sorry lovely bees that make honey  but it was your time.)
The coolest part, I must say, is that the lovely scent they left behind will attract more bees.  Chandler was fab and put up some bee fart so that this is not our fate.  Thanks Chandler!  Who knew bees dislike fart as much as me.