Last summer I was relaxing in my living-room on a particularly pleasant day, and I decided to open up the windows. I opened the front window, then I opened the side window. As I raised the window I saw, behind the glass, a small beehive. With a few bees, crawling around on it. The hive was in the space between the screen and the glass -- with bees on it! I was opening my window right into a swarm of bees!
I promptly closed the window. Fortunately, it was before any bees noticed that it had been opened.
I then studied the thing through the glass with horrified fascination. It was a pretty small hive, maybe the size of two of my fists, compactly tucked into the upper corner of the enclosure made by the screen and window pane. There were bees crawling about, just inches from my nose. A shiver ran down my spine.
You know how when you were in elementary school, and the teachers would drag you to those crazy beekeeper places? And there would be the hive, and separated from you by just a fraction of an inch of glass were masses and masses of bees, crawling and swarming around, shaking their butts, making honey, raising their young, and doing whatever the hell else bees do with their time? And you'd stare at the monstrosity, morbidly fascinated, while every hair follicle on your body stood on end? Well it was like that. Except there were only maybe 7 or 8 bees visible.
I didn't know what to do about it, so I left it there, and stopped opening that window. I certainly didn't want to come near them, and trying to get rid of the nest seemed like kind of a scary prospect. At first it was this exciting freak show, and I'd point it out to all my visitors. I'd raise the blind: "Look! I have bees in my window!" And we'd all shudder at them, then go on with our lives. Gradually though, I forgot about it. I think I'd had some vague idea of taking care of it once winter came, under the theory that the bees would be dead or hibernating or something then, and would therefore not sting me. But by the time winter came, it was forgotten.
When spring came this year, I had all of my old windows, about half the windows in the house, replaced with new ones. My sister asked me one day shortly thereafter, "Say, whatever happened with the bees in your window?" Startled, I realized that window had been replaced! I went to look, but of course there was no bee hive there. My scary bees were gone!
The poor window workers must have had to deal with it, when tearing out that old window. They never mentioned it to me...were there still bees there? Had any lived through the winter, or returned, or were born, or whatever it is that bees do in the springtime? I don't know. I hope not! I'd feel badly if they had stumbled across any living bees. I didn't see any window guys tumbling off ladders, waving their hands madly in the air at unseen attackers, so hopefully everything went fine.
At least I don't have to worry about the bees anymore...although it was a fairly expensive means of exterminating them.