Last summer at the cabin, I noticed some perfectly round holes in the front porch wood. I asked Nathan about it and he mumbled something about aging lumber, timbers and knots falling out… blah, blah blah. Whatever. A few days later I noticed a bee going into one of those holes. I thought about how much I hate bugs and then minded my own business.
Fast forward 12 months. I see a few more of these round holes.
And so I watched for a while and noticed the bees were going into these holes on a regular basis.
Okay, not really. We have Carpenter Bees. They are also called Wood Bees. Isn’t that a cute name? One even had the nerve to be covered in sawdust like he’s just coming home from a hard days work.
Officially, Wood Bee war has been declared. I will not rest until these bees have moved out of our porch. Well, I will rest the normal amount (possibly more, as I’ve been know to do), but not until I’ve researched how to get rid of these pesky bugs. I know I can win because I have opposable thumbs and can dial up an exterminator if I have to. I’m sure the moment I typed those words, our colony of bees just took a moment to stop attacking our porch and plan their move to another pile of wood far, far away.
And, while we are discussing horrible insects — I found this guy just before I ran away screaming.
All I know for certain is that someday our Wood Bees are gonna be has beens!
Yes. I’ll bee here all week.
I gotta stop.