I have a 100% legitimate excuse for not doing laundry in the past 24 hours…
My basement is infested with bees.
And not just happy little bumblebees.
Giant, swarming, we-want-to-eat-you-and-your-little-dog-too bees.
I kind of want to march downstairs and tell that Queen Bee, “Hey missy. Watch yourself. There is only one Queen in this quirky household.”
But then I would run screaming up the stairs, so I fear my threats would seem a little idle.
Instead I think I’ll go the route of, “Oh Mr. Landlord……”
It’s one of those moments where I think, wow. I’m glad I’ve been a slightly hot mess for the past 10 years and I still rent.
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I agree, bees are not to be messed with. Their communication skills are limited, so it’s hard to know whether they come in friendship. But I wonder what your basement has that is so interesting to them. Sometimes renting has a definite advantage – I would have to call my man, and then maybe an exterminator.