Later in the morning, my friend "Pat" stopped by to discuss building a new deck for me. Pat's a macho guy who's an army veteran, Police Sergeant, and part time builder of decks. He came over to survey the job and inspect the work site. Sometime during our discussion, he pulled out a tape measure and started walking past my gas grill. Bees have recently nested beneath the grill's underside and they began to circle Pat. He quickly retreated six steps back.
"You're not gonna let a few bees scare you...are you?" I asked.
I grabbed the tape measure from his hand and stoically marched past the grill and began taking measurements. While doing this, I bragged, saying that I'd never been stung by a bee before.
That's when it happened.
Like a mob hit, the bees (who I believe belong to the Genovese family) surrounded me in all directions. If Scorsese filmed it, the scene would unfold in slow motion:
An unassuming man puts tape measure to garage, when several yel

"Owwww!!! That hurt!" I screamed. My puncture wounds began to burn.
Before leaving, Pat watched as I carried a few more pieces of lumber into the wood pile. "Be careful back there," he said, "those weeds look like poison ivy."
"Ah...don't worry." I said. "I've never gotten poison ivy before."
I better keep some calamine lotion on hand.
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Invest in "Bee Spray" and use whenever they land on grills, deck railings, light fixtures, windows, etc. etc..
Every summer I am chased around by the yellow stingers and avoid them like the plague. Once you get stung, the bee spray becomes part of your summer wardrobe when outside the home.
Jamie
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