Bees are ON NOTICE
In my room I don't have a window. I have these double French doors that have pull-out screens. This is usually fine, except the screen ISN'T SCREENING. I just had to deal with a bee! In my room! A bee! I hate bees. Buzzy little fuckers always trying to sting you. Also, that whole "if you don't bother them, they won't bother you" line is clearly bullshit as there was a bee in my fucking room. This is not a natural bee habitat.
It was outside. I could hear it. And then I saw it on the screen. So I did what any rational person would do, I went for the Windex. (The screens close inside the doors, so to close the doors I would have had to open the screens. Clearly an unsavory option.) So I come back armed with Windex and... no bee at the screen. Hm, maybe he wisely buggered off? And then... I heard the buzzing again. Fucker! Still here! Then I realized it was coming from behind me. There may have been a strangled cry and some errant Windex sprayage.
I'd like to say the battle was long and fraught with peril, but the thing managed to get itself stuck between my lamp and my radio somehow, remaining stationary long enough for me to spray the fuck out of it. Then I crushed it with the base of the lamp to make extra sure it was dead. I really hate bees.
I think I'm going to have to stop leaving the doors open at night when I've got a light on, it just seems to draw them in. A couple days ago I had to down a huge-ass mosquito. And this is Southern California! We don't even have (many) mosquitos! WTF. Fail screens are fail.
It was outside. I could hear it. And then I saw it on the screen. So I did what any rational person would do, I went for the Windex. (The screens close inside the doors, so to close the doors I would have had to open the screens. Clearly an unsavory option.) So I come back armed with Windex and... no bee at the screen. Hm, maybe he wisely buggered off? And then... I heard the buzzing again. Fucker! Still here! Then I realized it was coming from behind me. There may have been a strangled cry and some errant Windex sprayage.
I'd like to say the battle was long and fraught with peril, but the thing managed to get itself stuck between my lamp and my radio somehow, remaining stationary long enough for me to spray the fuck out of it. Then I crushed it with the base of the lamp to make extra sure it was dead. I really hate bees.
I think I'm going to have to stop leaving the doors open at night when I've got a light on, it just seems to draw them in. A couple days ago I had to down a huge-ass mosquito. And this is Southern California! We don't even have (many) mosquitos! WTF. Fail screens are fail.