Saturday

the secret life of bees

I am growing increasingly concerned that my home has become The Place Where Bees Go to Die. The Valhivela, as it were.

The first time I found a dead bee, it was just lying on the floor in the middle of the laundry room. Just lying there. Curled up in a ball. And I found a few others here and there. Usually one or two a week.

However.

I'm starting to get suspicious. Earlier this week, I closed the front drapes, and one just fell down from the folds.

And now I just changed out the light bulb in my shower. Up in the can, there was a dead bee.

How do I petition to have the Valhivela moved?

2 comments:

Katria said...

EWWWWWWWWWW!!! I don't know, but I'd seriously start to consider moving out. Bees terrify me, dead and alive.

Mr. Fob said...

It's a complicated ritual that involves dipping your naked body in a vat of honey and pricking your butt with a stinger while buzzing.