Imagine moving into a new house (hmmm, what is that noise? We must be closer to the airport than I thought), unpacking your last box of the day, and lighting a fire ready to put your feet up for the evening. Suddenly honey starts dripping down onto your carefully placed furniture, aarrrrgggghhhh! I love honey but the only place it would be welcome dripping is onto my toast.
I wonder how hard it would be to shift that amount of bees without completely destroying the house? It would perhaps be easier to just leave them to it and find a new abode! Maybe you could just turn the house into a honey shop with lit fires and carefully placed buckets.
I can imagine bees colonizing an empty house but setting up home in a snoozing beard? The man of the house has a beard and I am sure bees would find little of interest in there. It makes me wonder when the last time the owner of the beard had bothered washing it!
Speaking of beards, the man of the house heads back to work today after a week off and is most unimpressed. I secretly burnt him a cd and hid it in his laptop bag so he could find it and have a laugh at work. Some of the songs on it; ‘If Your Dad Doesn’t Have a Beard You’ve Got Two Mums’, ‘My Baby Left Me For a Man Without a Beard’ and other beard related songs by, you guessed it, The Beards.