Mrs Elbeno called me in a semi-panic this lunchtime to report that there were six bees in our kitchen. Two of them were trapped between window panels, “but that doesn't fully enclose them – if you are a bee you can get out! And the rest are free-range bees!”
Well I wasn't about to dash home to deal with a few bees, and Mrs Elbeno reported no evidence of a hive. She called the pest control agency who said “unless it's a hundred bees, don't worry.” Unwilling to deal with the bees herself, she took my advice and simply closed the kitchen door and presumably lived upstairs for the afternoon (next to the air-conditioner).
When I got home, I braved the kitchen only to find a small bee graveyard in the bottom of the window runner. I gave two of the ex-bees a burial in the bin and left the other five (there were apparently seven) where they were, preserved in the desert of the between-window space.
What? You didn't want to bee her hero and make a bee-line to her rescue?
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