And dontcha ya come back no mo no mo no mo

So for a couple of weeks now I have been lulled to sleep every night by the soft hum of honey bees. Rather soothing actually. It was, however, not so soothing when I woke up to 8 of the little buggers in my room and a screen full of them in my bathroom! 6 am or not, I needed to deal with this. A quick phone call to my landlord and a day later we were ready for battle. An English speaking neighbor, Susie, brought some kids over with a stack of newspaper and book of matches ready for business. We were gonna smoke em out! As we gathered kindling from around the yard I thought, oh man, this could go bad. Susie started the fire and the smoke went right up into the roof where the little guys had made a home. Immediately the collective hum of the intruders was fierce, they were being invaded and new it. They started fleeing, little by little. The next phase, Raid, aka, one of my best new found friends here in Honduras. I sprayed and lots more headed for the hills. Well that was that, right? Of course not silly. One of the boys climbed a ladder to the scene of the crime. He proceeded to break the ceramic roofing to get a better look. And there it was....

Now I am no beekeeper, obviously, but these suckers had to have been there for a while to be this far along on a hive. It was so beautiful and intricate, truly a work of art. So now what do we do? It´s not like I was with a professional, I mean this kid was just winging it. And I of course, hav no clue what to do because in my old life I had the Marks of the world to assist me with these types of home invasion issues. So he takes his machete and slices the cones one by one and dumps them into a cardboard box to be burned. Ok, I can live with that. As the day came to a close I was satisfied with our work, until I heard the faint familiar buzz again. I think it may have been even lounder than before. I barely slept imagining the revolt of angry bees swarming my head in the middle of the night. The next day we not only smoked them out, but literally we smoked me out of my house. They had three huge piles of dry leaves and things going and I have never seen more bees come out of a roof in my life. Ok, so I had never seen bees come out of a roof, but I was a ton! It´s going to take a mighty bottle of Frebreeze to regain some normal scent to my belongings. So I called Susie and told her that I had good news and I had bad news. The good news was, they bees are all gone, I am certain of it. And the bad news she asked? They have already renested in the neighbors tree! Oh well she said, not our problem anymore!