THE BEESLAYERS

I told Scott that somehow bees were getting in the house.  I didn't know how they were doing it, but please check in out.  He assured me he would.  I went to work.

I came home and this is the story Scott, Shae and Chase relayed to me.

Scott attempted to get an exterminator but couldn't find one who would come out on a Saturday . . . weird.  He arranged for one to come first thing Monday morning.  He knew he had to do something before then or I would not be sleeping at home that night.

So, being the man who takes care of me, he took up the fight and found bees in the chimney.  A whole hive to be exact, so he put plastic over the fireplace, assuming bees can not penetrate plastic.  Well, they can and they did.  Even our little puppies knew something was very wrong. They sat and stared at the fireplace, barking.

So, Scott donned his bee keeper uniform . . . a plastic bag over his head, oven mitts, long pants and long sleeve shirt.  He then removed the plastic and started a fire in the fireplace. Apparently, that really makes bees mad, so they started swarming inside the house and outside.

Well, the lady next door to us is allergic to bees so she freaked out when bees started pelting her window.  She may have also been alarmed at the smoke rising from our chimney . . . it was July.  So that's right . . . she called 911.  Two big engines headed for the Roderick home.

Now, Hope was at a birthday party down the street, which halted mid party to watch the fire engines . . . stopping at her house.  She came home all distraught wondering what had happened.  Shae and Chase pull up in the car and they're thinking Scott had a heart attack or something horrible.

Scott answers the door in his "uniform" and firefighters think "mental illness" call.  Scott explained to the firefighters about the bees and all the firefighters could say was good luck and the whole troop jumped back in their engines and left.  Their job was done.

So Scott, Shae, and Chase were left to fight the bees by themselves.  It was on.

They all grabbed fly swatters and went to work.  Chase killed over 30.  Shae got about 12 and Scott didn't keep track.

When the exterminator came out on Monday he told Scott that yes, we had a hive, but it was empty.  He said Scott had done a great job at getting rid of the bees.

Then he handed him a bill for $100.00.

Just another day at the Roderick house.