Two hours later hundreds of bees were buzzing in the wall cavity and I was opening the front door to my savior, Mike from Bee Advice, or as I like to think of him, the Whistling Assassin.
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To be fair ‘assassin’ is a bit harsh. Mike spent considerable time lamenting the fact that, had he been a little earlier, he could have taken the bees away, instead of putting then to sleep.
Watching on from a safe distance I was amazed to see him don a pair of rubber gloves, and a floppy hat before venturing towards the mass, whistling loudly as he did so.
Once again I was left pondering…..
- It’s heart warming to see someone who is passionate about their work, especially in the face of personal harm, and on a Sunday morning.
- Perhaps Mike is safe from bee stings as the bees can sense the respect he has for them.
- Or maybe the secret’s in the whistling.
- In a world where human contact is being replaced by an ever increasing number of apps, it’s reassuring to think there will still be some opportunities for human contact, to share a yarn, and learn something from each other. Not only did Mike solve my bee problem, in our brief encounter he taught me about bee lifestyles. And in a complete surprise we spent another twenty minutes talking about out respective blogs, with Mike declaring that his blog was becoming more important than the Yellow Pages.
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