I was sitting at my computer, and caught movement out of the corner of my eye. No big deal, this happens all the time. It's the American flag on the neighbor's house across the street. It furls in the wind.
This time though, the thing furling was a swarm of tens of thousands of bees.
This was the second time I had seen this. The last time was a couple of years ago, and cost a few hundred dollars to get the hive removed from between the exterior brick wall and the interior drywall. They go in through the air vents and build honey combs.
Hoping to avoid this, I did some quick googling and threw a few handfuls of cinnamon at my door jam. The angel of death may have passed over my home, but the bees did not. Thanks, Internet.
Something inside my walls is so incredibly awesome to bees that they literally piled up in a queue to get in there. You shouldn't kill honey bees, and if you did, they would rot and stink. So you have to call a bee guy. At first, I thought it was insensitive of me to call him that. I mean he's a complex human with feelings and relationships--a whole life full of his own stories that, when reduced by me to just "bee guy," seems pejorative.
Then he gave me his card.
If you have bees problems in Middle TN, give this guy a call. He fixes and repaints the hole in the drywall too, so you don't need a second contractor to clean up after your bee keeper vacuums 30k bees out of a hole he cut in your wall.
