Crazy Week pt2 – Attack of the Bees
OK, not THOSE Killer Bees. In fact if Jumpin Jim Brunzell and B. Brian Blair were in my ceiling that would make more sense.
As I was leaving for a meeting on Tuesday I heard a blood wrenching scream from our house. Out came Lushie (with Teaspoon) freaking out. There was something eating through the ceiling in the bathroom. That something would turn out to be bees. Yes, bees were eating through the drywall. I went back in the bathroom, closed the door and listened. Sure enough there was a bee hive in our ceiling! We hadn’t noticed this before because every time we use this bathroom we turn the fan on first or there is some other background noise that would drown it out.
Lushie calls the landlord while I head off for my meeting. She then dials me to say the woman at the office didn’t believe her, said it was a “bug” and just put a piece of tape over it. At 4:50pm she walks down to the office and is told “We’re just too damn busy to deal with you. There are vacant units that need fixed first.” Lushie storms out and slams the door seeing that the whole repair staff is GONE for the day because all of their vehicles are parked and personal cars are gone. You’d be pissed too if you had a 5month old baby and your landlord said they’re “too busy”.
Next day starts and the head of maintenance shows up at our front door. He’s more concerned about the fact that Lushie slammed his door and may have broken the lock than the fact we have bees and that our basement gets water at the slightest rain. We talk about it for awhile and tells us that he was told its just bugs (because you see, the office people here didn’t believe Lushie and said it must be bugs not bees) and that his main concern is the empty units that tenants destroyed. Personally I think that if you took care of the people already here then maybe they wouldn’t destroy the places when they leave but that’s just me. He sees a swarm exiting the outside of the house where the bees are coming in and out from and NOW believes we have a problem. His solution, spray the hole to piss them off. In the meantime Lushie goes down to the office to pay the estimated price for the lock and apologize for the door slamming because she’s a classy gal like that. (* There is more that happened after this between Lushie and the woman at the office but I’m checking with some Legal people to see if I can mention it because of other things we have in motion. If you have ideas post in the comments below*)
Thursday arrives and the bees are mad as hell. This time I notice that there are now bees getting into our basement which is almost impossible. I go down to the office and tell head maintenance guy that they’re now in the house and with Teaspoon there we can NOT live like this. He replies “There is another unit with a bee problem so I guess I need to call the bee guy”. Maintenance guy comes down to see the bees in the basement and realizes the severity. An hour later a tuck pulls up and we meet… The Bee Guy!
This guy was a trip. He comes in and says “I know what the problem is and will promise you this, in an hour you won’t hear a buzz anymore.” He was right too. He sprayed what he called his “3 in 1 bee death juice”. He came, he sprayed, they died. I wanted to ask why someone would get into killing bees for a living but after talking to this rambo for a few minutes I didn’t want to know. He obviously loved what he was doing.
We left for Erie for a few days while the housed aired out and was safe for us to be back in it. It’s now Sunday and it has been quite peaceful around here. The maintenance guy says that he will have to rip out the drywall and most of the bathroom so they can get the dead bees removed. Now if I can just get them to fix my basement which has had constant leaking water for 4 weeks. Maybe I’m asking too much for something to get fixed when I pay out the ass for rent. That’s another rant and maybe even another site.
