Monday, May 29, 2006

Local Honey. Seriously.

Going home was nice, except for one thing: Freaking bees! Agh! I am near phobic about bees and my mom had an entire hive growning underneath the roof section that connects the garage to the house. Seeing the few cans of bee and wasp killer in the garage was near comical considering how many of them there actually were. She sweettalked her carpenter to remove the hive for her. He obliged wearing his regular clothing a platic bag with a few holes on his heard. The man got bitten all over the freaking place (it was sort of endearing seeing my mom tend to the poor sap as she dabbed alcohol on his welts). My brother thinks he deserved it. I sorta have to agree as well, but oh well, I guess it was a way for him to make some quick cash.

What freaked me out was the amount of honey that he managed to get out of the hive. Bucket of dead bees, honey combs and honey. Notice all the roofing he had to remove:

This isn't even all of it as a bunch of honey dripped down the side of the house and got all over the carpenter dude:

Too bad we can't eat any of it. For one thing, the dead bees are all mixed into the honey and there's probably equal amounts of bee killer in the mix as well:


Blogger heavy metal mom said...

Ewww - maybe you should've sent it to Steve! He'd try it wouldn't he?

That's interesting, though. Glad you didn't get stung!

Friday, June 02, 2006  
Blogger cchang said...

Yeah, but the poor carpenter got stung like 50 times or so. My mom had to help him pull out stingers. It was endearing and gross all at the same time.

Monday, June 05, 2006  

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