Have you ever (oh, right - of course you haven't) done something so stupid that you still think, nearly a decade later, "Wow. That was really stupid." My husband did something several years ago that makes me think "wow that was stupid" every so often when I walk into our living room. (What? You thought you were going to read about something I did that was stupid? Bah!).
We came home one day and noticed an alarming number of bees buzzing around our front porch. Say ten or so. We went in through the garage to avoid them, then while hubs was putting away our stuff from the store, I went to the living room and pressed my nose to the big picture window in front of the porch.
Weird. The bees seemed to be coming from under the window. There's about a 6-inch piece of wall between the window and the floor. I lightly tapped my shoe against that piece of wall, and whatyaknow - a few more bees flew out. Ha! They're living in our wall. Hey, husband why don't you come over and see this? I tapped again, more bees came out. I laughed. Okay, yes, I wasn't being overly thoughtful here. But then my husband wants in on the action.
Ahaha! Stupid bees, living in a wall... let's piss 'em off some more! Tap-tap-tappety-tap- goes my shoe. TAP-TAP-BOOM goes husband's shoe... TAP-BOOM-BOO- Ack! We both heard a crack, looked down, stunned as we realized his foot had gone through the wall; we were frozen as they started crawling in over the toe of his shoe. Finally: Aaaaaahhhhhh!!! Picture me running in circles, flailing my arms, screaming like a banshee. Now replace my image with that of my very manly husband. Yes he did.
I think we ingested 3 bottles of various types of chemical killer that day. The bees died, but they put up a valiant fight.
He finally fixed the hole in the wall a couple of months ago.
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