|This swarm is approx 4' wide|
|The mesmerizing behavior when they know where their queen is|
And that's the addicting part that keeps me going up ladders I shouldn't, over a skull-smashing pavement that should have deterred me, in swooning heat and falling perturbed bees who only naturally stung whatever was still exposed (my wrists). The excitement and enthusiasm of a teeming group of people, in addition to the bees, distracted us from the real danger I was putting myself in. It's another version of what Joey calls my "reckless abandon" which usually refers to wild leaps while snowboarding on powdery soft days. I was lucky this time
We captured about 2/3 of the hive, but the rest stubbornly clung to the branch far out of reach no matter how much I shook it with an extension trimmer/saw or practically barbequed them with smoke in a can on that handy painter's extension pole.
|Trying to smoke them off the branch|
Somebody has to.
Who knows, maybe they would have moved into one of our bait boxes if we'd given them a few more hours, or at least moved on somewhere else like the ones I left behind did......
Follow up: The ones I left behind moved into the building and were very harassed and uncooperative about staying in our box on removal. no easy solutions.