So the productive part of yesterday was how I was able to harvest several baskets of big, yellowish-green figs that had ripened early on the tree out front.
The less-productive part of yesterday came when I attempted to mow the “middle” back yard and, much like the other day, I was swarmed by a multitude of pissed-off honeybees under the mistaken impression that they were protecting their hive from my marauding zero-turn riding mower. I had successfully mowed without attack a couple weeks prior. So WTF? I would wonder later, after desperately trying to get the mower turned around and out of the area and turned off, while dozens of bees swarmed my hat, my ears, my arms and hands.
Hours later, in the early evening when, theoretically, bees are calming down in preparation for a night’s sleep, I drove through the “middle” back yard intending to mow the “back” back yard, which stretches down toward the river behind our property. It’s a good 50 yards away from the honeybee tree, and should have been safe enough.
So it started off. But then I took a bee shot to the left hand as I mowed beneath another fig tree. Thought it might be a wasp, as they sometimes build nests beneath big broad leaves. Kept mowing, up and back and up and back down toward the river, and up. Saw a bee heading straight toward my face. Pow! Hit me right between the eyes. Then two more followed, both on my right hand. Shit! I yelled to nobody, then drove up and across my neighbor’s back yard and down his driveway. By that time the bees weren’t giving chase, but what the hell?
So now I don’t think I have any choice. A bee removal person is scheduled for tomorrow, and it’ll cost plenty. But clearly we can no longer co-exist with these creatures, even though we had no problems for years. Plus, the hive is in a tree along my fence, and my neighbors’ grand-daughters could bee the next target. So no, they have to go.