I live in southern California, and work in a converted porch surrounded by windows. Behind my desk and monitor is a window wall overlooking a grape arbor, and there is a hole in the wall for TV and computer cables.
It's bee season; Africanized honeybees swarm with their young queen, looking for a place to establish a hive. If they find a good location, they stay; otherwise, the swarm moves on.
One day two weeks ago, a swarm discovered our grape arbor. Which would be fine, but...
Every now and then, a bee would discover the cable port, walk in, and find herself behind my desk.
Here's the sequence:
- The worker lands on the edge of the hole and walks in. Her feet leave a faint aroma for her peers to follow.
- Vrrooop! She hovers up between the wall and the desk, to find herself at a window.
- Buzz-bump-buzz-bump-etc., as she flies from my northwest corner of the room to the sunny south side.
- (Oblivious, I'm working on my computer.)
- A second bee lands on the edge of the cable port, finds a faint bee scent and follows...
- I hear Vrrooop sounds.
They must be thinking in bee language:
"I hear buzzing in there.
"Nobody's come out; hmm-mmm.
"Promising! Let's check it out."
- Vrrooop! Vrrooop! Vrrooop! Twelve bees in the room.
My sweet husband finally dodged the bees outside, took a can of foam sealant goop (recommended) and plugged the entrance hole. Then he and I got to swatting. By the next day, the swarm had passed on, and I got to vacuum away about three dozen dead bees.
Final score: Us 40 or so, Bees 0. But it could have been worse.