Bees!

 I said I had bees in my wall. I do. And they are honeybees. They moved into the hole where the German Yellowjackets had residence in 2017. Shame on me for not plugging that hole after I killed those monsters. I pretty much forgot. But 3 days ago I had 25 dead bees on my kitchen floor. I found them just before I went to bed and didn't go hunting until the next day. But as soon as I opened the door, I knew what had happened.

I got ahold of a local person who is considered a bee expert. He came out yesterday, and again today.

Today he brought a thermal imager. He was trying to determine where they are making the hive. The choices are: in the wall behind the refrigerator, in the space between the first floor and the basement, in the wall of the large bedroom downstairs. They are definitely not in the crawl space. That didn't seem likely since it's farther away, but was a possibility.

But he couldn't get a definitive reading. My choices are: start tearing out walls, kill them, ignore them for the summer because without treatment for the mites that kill bees over winter they will almost certainly die. Sheesh! I don't want to kill honeybees.

I am not deathly allergic, but if I get stung more than once, I'll probably need to go to the ER for observation. I guess I'm just not going to use that door this summer. Annoying, but doable.

I couldn't get a good answer about whether having 50 pounds of honey in the wall was going to be a problem.

I'm not thrilled, but I'm not going to kill honeybees unless something becomes critical.

See German Yellowjacket- It's What's for Dinner