When Linda got home tonight after church, there were drunken bees by her front door. They aren't supposed to come out at night, but I think they are high on Raid Wasp Spray or something. Three bees were stumbling and bumbling (ha, bee joke...) around at the front door flying into things. I hope they don't go and get their brothers from another mother and come to attack us over poisoning their hive. If there would have been a way to relocate them to a happy field somewhere, Linda would have done it. Killing bees just seems wrong, especially if they are dying a slow death. Oh well, next year they will learn not to nest in our roof.
