A few days after the pesticide, I was left to sweep up the carnage. There was no sign of their coming. In fact, if Melissa hadn't looked up at our apartment after an evening stroll on the Chehalis Western Trail, we might never have known that our apian friends were constructing a condo just above the balcony.
2 comments:
Funny you expect commiseration from the hive mind. Anyway I guess I should be minding my own beeswax.
No commiseration expected. (None granted, I suppose, anyhow.)
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