sigelphoenix

On the way out of my neighborhood and to the bus stop, one of the houses I pass by has a giant bush in front of it. It's about six or seven feet tall, and until a few months ago it was so large it bulged out over the sidewalk. This was a bush that would not be contained. Unless you wanted to walk in the street, you would have to duck and squeeze your way by it every time you passed this house.

It is also, apparently, some sort of Mecca for bees in the summer. You can't see them all - the bush is darkly colored, and most of them are inside somewhere - but you can hear them, a loud and steady ominous hum. Last summer, as I passed by the bush every morning, I thought of it affectionately as "The Wall of Bees please to not kill me kthx."

A few months ago, the owners of the house apparently decided that terrorizing the neighbors was no longer fun, and hacked off most of the protruding branches, so now the bush is mostly concave. Easy to slip by - and now that summer is approaching again, no longer a Wall of Bees so much as a sort of ... Bush-Cave of Bees.

Anyway, so I thought I wouldn't have any problems going by the bush this morning - and I didn't - but a few steps past it, I noticed a strange looking pile, about two feet in diameter. It looked like a pile of small leaves or tree bits or ... bees. A GIANT PILE OF BEES. YAUGH.

I stopped myself before I could step into the pile and cause them all to rise up and slay me, but still - what. The. Hell. Pile of bees.

(I don't normally have a problem with insects or spiders and such, but for some reason, swarms of small wriggling things make my toes curl.)

So that was my morning. Also, this. It's actually almost too much Jesus-mocking for my tastes (shock), but I figure there are some of you out there who would enjoy it. XD;;