Want to hear a funny story?
For those of you who don't know, I'm married to an ex-con. He's dangerous. It's kind of hot. His big offense? Killing a pig. He used to play baseball in the sugar cane fields and one unfortunate day he hit a baseball into a beehive. The bees got really mad. They chased the first thing they saw, a pig. The pig got stung so many times that it died. Papi ended up in jail for killing the pig. He's since forsaken his crime and no longer kills pigs with bees. So you can understand why Papi won't mess with beehives. That is until we found this one in our lemon tree.
It couldn't have been more than two days old but we had to get rid of it before anyone met the same fate as the pig and Papi ended up in jail...again.
Hearing about all the buzz going on on Hope street it became a neighborhood affair when it came time to shoot it down.
The whole street came out to watch these two brave (aka crazy but wonderful) guys take care of it.
I'm not sure how our neighbor talked Papi into doing it.
It may have had something to do with $140 for a professional to do it or $15 for them to shoot it with bee spray.
Ready
Aim
Fire
Ker splat!!!!
I think there were about a meeeellion bees in there...okay, maybe half a million.
Fortunately, there was only one teeny tiny battle scar.
And then the neighborhood went home happy
and so did all the pigs.
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