My wife told me about this one.
…and the bees… apparently swarmed away in response. Interesting facts:
That’s it. I just wish I knew where the swarm went.
Moe Lane
PS: I got my wife to admit today “Yeah, Moe, that’s a swarm.” She knows I’m phobic – big time – so she half-thought that five or six was my swarm.
HA!
Excuse me while I freak out for a bit.
Bees. Freaking bees.
There are worse things to do on a nice mountain in the summertime then get drunk, not that I have actually done any of them. For that matter, have I ever gotten drunk on a mountain in the summertime? I’ve been to SCA events on mountains, so I’ve almost certainly gotten drunk on one once; but whether I’ve done it in the summertime is another question.
Anyway, it sounds more like the bees are doing the… apiary?… equivalent of chewing locoweed, which I have not ever done. That entire phytotoxin thing.
Via Instapundit.
Moe Lane
This Drunken Bee song by the LoneTones doesn’t sound half bad, actually.
No, really. I’d probably be almost catatonic:
(Via Glenn Reynolds, who very nicely noticed the site yesterday. Thanks, Glenn!)
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