The beeman was successful.
A few of them found a way in through the window. There’s probably hail damage to the caulk or whatever sealant stuff we have around that window–we have had hail that’s pea-sized or a little larger twice now. But we managed to swat them. I felt bad, because hey–they came back from gathering nectar to find the family gone and the house sealed up. Still, we’re bigger and I hate pain, so we sent ’em down the drain. A moment of silence.
It rained again today. We have wildflowers along part of the alley.
But, man! It was 97 today inside the van when I came out of Wally World with the groceries. In April? Before Easter or Shakespeare’s/Mama’s birthday! This does not bode well for the torture that is summer.