When I was raking the yard last week, I noticed a hornet’s nest hanging in a tree outside my dining room! I mentioned it to my hubby, and he said he would take care of it over the weekend when he had time off from work, then he didn’t want to get rid of the hornet’s next while in the day.
He hadn’t looked at the hornet’s nest until the weekend arrived, and it had already more than doubled in side.
The beehive was large, and the air was almost black with the bees that were swarming around. He was afraid to get close to it, because of his pollen irritations to bees. The people I was with and I talked about getting a professional exterminator in to get rid of the beehive, even though he was sure he could take care of it himself. He bundled up in this leather coat and pants and wore his gloves that are section of his motorcycle riding outfit. He had his face shield down on his helmet, and he went outside. He was less than ten feet from the beehive when a single bee buzzed his face shield. It seemed to look for a way inside. He ran into the lake house and grabbed his cell phone. He told myself and others to find someone who could take care of the bees and detach the beehive. He was afraid he was going to get stung. I was glad he called a professional. I knew what reactions he had when he got stung by bees. I wasn’t prepared to spend time in the hospital, waiting to see if he was going to survive the bee sting.