This morning, I awoke to the sound of the doorbell. Because I went to bed with damp hair, my hair was all fuzzy. So, fuzzy hair and pj's, I answered the door to see a hot guy all dressed in Oklahoma Orange, stating that he worked for the water company and needed to do some work on my meter.
Waking me up -1
Being hot +1
Wearing the colors of my collegiate nemesis -2
There for the purpose of doing something that can be construed as naughty +2
Which really wasn't -3
So, I pointed him in the direction of my basement, and he proceeds to get right to work. He disappears outside and minutes later, rings my doorbell. I answer and he's looking wistful. He tells me that I apparently have a bee's nest somewhere near my water meter, and he has to call in help because he is allergic to bees. Like anaphalactic allergic. Like, I get stung and my airway closes and I totally ruin your day off allergic.
Sooner Boy disappears to my basement while I put on my flip-flops and examine this bee problem. A short while ago, I had bagged up some leaves, and I was distracted by something else and the bag, only half full, was left sitting beside the water meter. During that time of neglect because I completely forgot it was there, some bees apparently thought that bag was prime real estate and set up residency. There were literally dozens of bees swarming around, and not a can of Raid in site.
A short while later, another guy shows up, who is not allergic to bees, and together they proceed to update my meter, or whatever they were doing. Non-allergy Dude gets stung three times in the process. He's not upset by it. Apparently, he'd rather deal with bees than angry dogs.
So, now I have a bee issue. Mom laments that I should set fire to the bag, but because it's next to the house, I can't really do that. I guess I could buy an industrial-sized can of Raid and douse the bag, rebag it, and set it out for KC's biannual Leaf Pickup Day. There should be a simple way of dealing with this, but I've never had to exterminate a bee colony before.