{"id":114,"date":"2013-08-15T20:21:39","date_gmt":"2013-08-16T00:21:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/geddings.org\/site\/?p=114"},"modified":"2013-08-15T20:21:39","modified_gmt":"2013-08-16T00:21:39","slug":"bumble-business","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/geddings.org\/site\/2013\/08\/15\/bumble-business\/","title":{"rendered":"Bumble business"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I may have a tendency toward being stubborn at times.\u00a0 Pain, which would tell most well adjusted people to back off, can drive me to a state of obsession.\u00a0 Especially if it is what should not be, by my reckoning.\u00a0 I remember, at the first cook out Steph and I hosted together, the dogs uncovered a yellow jacket nest in the back yard.\u00a0 Our entirely reasonable guests retreated inside.\u00a0 I, in shorts and a t-shirt (barefoot, probably), approached the yellow jacket nest, ignoring them flying around me, until I found exactly where the entrance was and could put a bucket over it.<\/p>\n<p>I only got stung about 5 or 6 times.<\/p>\n<p>Fast forward to recently.\u00a0 When we were shoving stuff into the pack house (which I sometimes will refer to the barn as well), I noticed a sort of buzzing on occasion.\u00a0 I figured out the general area where the sounds was, but did not have time to do anything about it.\u00a0 This was during the colder months, when bees were less active.\u00a0 I thought it might be some carpenter bee activity, though that did not quite fit\u2026I could find none of the little 3\/8\u201d holes carpenter bees make.<\/p>\n<p>In the warmer months, the buzzing has gotten louder, and I have determined that I have a nest of bumble bees in my barn.\u00a0 I have never stumbled across a nest of bumble bees before.\u00a0 I knew, academically, that bumble bees have the ability sting, but have never run across one willing to do so in the wild.\u00a0 I now know is because they seem only to be interested in stinging when protecting the nest.<\/p>\n<p>I first became aware that this was indeed a bumble bee nest when I was working in the barn, and I got stung on the arm.\u00a0 It hurts worse than a honey bee sting, and worse than a yellow jacket sting.\u00a0 But, still nothing too bad.\u00a0 Then, when I glanced up, the bee came back for a second attack and stung me on my left eye, on the bottom eye lid.\u00a0 A compatriot swooped in and got me on the other arm, and one of them, or another, popped me on the back of the neck.\u00a0 It was at this point that I started making the mad bee dash away from the barn, swiping my hands all around my head and my shoulders to try and brush any bees off. \u00a0You have surely seen this on TV.<\/p>\n<p>Bumble bees don\u2019t die when they sting you, so they can do more damage.<\/p>\n<p>Back home, describing this attack to Steph, she mentioned that one of their habits is to attack the head and eyes of whatever they are trying to drive off.\u00a0 She said this as my eye was swelling up.\u00a0 It never quite closed up all the way, but was mighty uncomfortable. \u00a0I should probably be grateful to now understand the bees psychology.<\/p>\n<p>Now, instead of making me cautious, my response is \u201cHow do I get these bees out of my barn?\u00a0 There\u2019s way too much work to be done, and I need to get in there to clean things up and get to tools.\u201d\u00a0 So, every day, I bang on the wall a little bit, and step back watching the bees fly out.<\/p>\n<p>A few days go by, and all the swelling goes down, both in my eyes and on my arms.\u00a0 I\u2019m mowing near the tobacco barn, and a rock kicks out from the mower and hits the tobacco barn.\u00a0 (This is a second building on the property.)\u00a0 I think nothing of this until I start getting stung on my back.\u00a0 As I dart away from the running tractor (bee dance again), I realize I have discovered that bumble bees are also nesting in my other barn.\u00a0 Grrr!<\/p>\n<p>This makes me a little crazy.\u00a0 I find myself at some point, and believe me, I cannot reconstruct the sequence, back in my first barn, dumping water down into the wall where the bumble bee nest is theoretically located.\u00a0 The bees start coming up, and I have a sprayer filled with water.\u00a0 As they appear over the top of the board, I spray them with the water and they fall over.\u00a0 At some point, I have a hat in one hand, the sprayer in the other, and I\u2019m swatting bees with the hat while trying to hit others with the sprayer.<\/p>\n<p>I walk away from that exchange with having been stung several times on the arm, and on the top eyelid of my right eye.\u00a0 The bees are still there.\u00a0 But I am plotting my next move, I have not given up.\u00a0 After a few days, my right eyelid returned to normal, and I\u2019m still banging the wall every time I go over to the barn.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes, I\u2019m more stubborn than smart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I may have a tendency toward being stubborn at 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