The problem with dead and dying bees on and under my porch light was discussed at length here many months ago. Eventually, it tapered off to nothing and I was blissfully bee free for several months.
A bit over a week ago, I noticed a modest number of dead bees under the light. That evening I noticed some bees buzzing around the light.
The next day I saw at least a dozen bees in the entry room, trying to fly through a glass window (bees aren't too bright about this sort of thing). I also saw a whole lot of furious buzzing around an outdoor charcoal oven I'd built many years ago. I left the porch door open in hopes the porch light would attract the indoor bees out once darkness fell.
It would be absolutely impossible to remove a hive from the labyrinthian interior of that oven without tearing it down. I didn't want to do that because I've made the very best eggplant parmesan the world has ever known in that oven. Having a beehive in it would, due to it's position, be very dangerous.
So, lying in bed the next morning, I came up with a scheme to pour burning charcoal down the oven's chimney and close it with a tile.
Apparently the bees got wind of my evil plan, because when I checked later that day, they were gone, and there have been no dead bees under the porch light for several days now.
A bit over a week ago, I noticed a modest number of dead bees under the light. That evening I noticed some bees buzzing around the light.
The next day I saw at least a dozen bees in the entry room, trying to fly through a glass window (bees aren't too bright about this sort of thing). I also saw a whole lot of furious buzzing around an outdoor charcoal oven I'd built many years ago. I left the porch door open in hopes the porch light would attract the indoor bees out once darkness fell.
It would be absolutely impossible to remove a hive from the labyrinthian interior of that oven without tearing it down. I didn't want to do that because I've made the very best eggplant parmesan the world has ever known in that oven. Having a beehive in it would, due to it's position, be very dangerous.
So, lying in bed the next morning, I came up with a scheme to pour burning charcoal down the oven's chimney and close it with a tile.
Apparently the bees got wind of my evil plan, because when I checked later that day, they were gone, and there have been no dead bees under the porch light for several days now.