Yes, I have a fascination with bees. And you know what Nancy sent me today? This craziness (and yah, it’s one of those fwd-things that crawls around, so mebbe you’ve seen it before, and if so, good for you. These bees are helping to keep my mind off of other things and so I continue with this post…damn, what is UP with that crazy disclaimer, eh?):
A friend sent this to me to warn of what you may find when you get the BBQ ready for spring.
So I’m using my BBQ this weekend…and I thought,
“I’ll clean it up.” I know there are bees coming from under the cover so I thought I’d kill them, obviously. So here’s the BBQ in question:
Now I know these bombs aren’t for bees, but I thought,
“I’ll suffocate them. I’ll smoke ’em out!” So here is the weapon of choice:
I thought I was pretty smart and designed this to be easily maneuvered under the cover of darkness:
I released the weapon. The sound from under the cover was incredible. You could easily hear it from twelve feet away. I ran like hell.
Then, I came back a few minutes later to see the death toll:
It was a mass grave, at least two inches deep. I continued to remove the cover to light the BBQ and give it a clean when I notices some kind of fatty substance on the side shelf thing. I thought that was weird since I cleaned it before I put it away for winter.
I slowly removed the rest of the cover.
It was The HQ.
I saw this and I felt my scalp get all crazy itchy…
…and seriously felt like I was going to vomit.