Apian Houseguests (part 2)
Last month I treated you to the saga of the honey bees in my downspout. It took me by surprise, that infestation. We'd blamed the sticking garage door on some unknown spilled substance, not realizing it was honey from the hive. It took many phone calls and a surprisingly pleasant afternoon of waiting for help to arrive, but, in the end, we are bee-free and happy. I'm usually a stickler for promptness. If you arrive "on time" you are five minutes late. I've inflicted the same damaging proclivity onto my children, and I've written about it here before. My usual reaction to a technician who promised to arrive after lunch and was still AWOL at 5pm would be to leave a message saying that his services were no longer required. For some reason, unbeknownst to me or to those who love me, waiting for this guy didn't aggravate me. Perhaps it's because the Big Cuter's friend grew up to become a beekeeper.... before he became a cheese maker and after ...