When I come back in the afternoon, the cabin has somewhere in the neighborhood of 300 to 500 bees in it. Huh. Heck of a noise.
I slowly come up the stairs and they’re all over the roof and windows just making an awful racket and dozens and dozens are flying into the open garage door. Fortunately, they’re not very aggressive. And I have a cuppa coffee while I watch them.
I wasnt sure if it was going to work, but I figured smoke might calm them down. Since they were swarming, I didn’t know if they had a hive to go back to the eat honey to make them more lethargic but it was worth a shot.
I fire up the Coleman, camp stove and throw a few scrap pieces of pine on, the place gets good and smoky and sure enough they calm right down and start to leave.
Feeling pretty clever I go about my business. I come back up in an hour or so after the fire is gone out and they’re back in full force. We do this two more times and finally as evening starts to set they decide they don’t wanna set up camp here and go home wherever that is.
I’ve opened up again this morning and there are a few scouts, but nothing like yesterday.
All of this nature makes me remember how my first set of in-laws sung the praises of DDT
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