An open letter to the bees
I like you I really do. I see that you're loaded down with pollen and building materials. You're ready to make a new hive and have chosen my yard.
But there's just one problem.
You see, the place you've decided would be ideal to build a nest... isn't so ideal after all.
For one, it's got really tiny entrances, really, they're screw holes in the upright part of the baker's rack that serves as a potting bench and empty pot storage for me.
Secondly , it's on the front porch. Lots of traffic there. Lots of birds that would love to eat you.
Thirdly, and most importantly- it's next to the front door. That's a big one since that's the door, you know, we use regularly, several times a day. That's where my mail and packages are delivered, where my husband exits to go to work and comes home through, where we go to buy groceries and plants that you like.
So, you see, while I'd love to have a colony in my yard, what you perceive as an ideal hive spot, in reality, isn't.
I've moved the baker's rack, I've wafted air at you, I've firmly and sternly told you this was not the place to build.
Please take the hint. I really don't want to resort to extreme measures and currently, there's only 4 of you right now- scouts, I presume. There's lots of bushes and dead wood out back at the top of the hill- the mock oranges will be blooming soon- go build your ideal hive up there. I promise it's a lot less busy and you'll be much, much happier there.
And so will I.
Lots of love because I really do want you to stick around- unless you're yellow jackets, which you aren't, or killer bees which you damn well better not be (they didn't attack me and simply buzzed me when I was moving things around, so I'm inclined to say no, they aren't),