Saturday, August 25, 2001

Battle of the Bee’s. I am locked in mortal combat with a colony of killer bees that have decided our crumbling brick facade is the perfect spot for a super-hive. Wearing my trusty rain gear cinched tight, I attacked calk gun in hand. Two filling attacks later and it look like Michael J Fox was calking all over my siding. They still have one entrance and as soon as Liza gets home it’s off to the ammo dump for some much needed chemical assistance. Have to be quick though because Spud Aid starts at 5:00 tonight. I need to crawl the web for killing methods. More later. 12:00:00 AM    says you