We used to have an old mobile home on the farm. It was okay for getting out of a thunderstorm when it all broke loose in McClellanville, a frequent event.We also had a beehive that became infested with hive beetle. One day, all the bees were gone. At least I thought so. I had an old fridge in the home that was alittle on the loud side, so I didn’t notice the extra hum. Yup. They were in the walls of the home. I noticed the sweet smell before I noticed the humming, but I didn’t realize what the sweet smell was. Duh. The county made us move the mobile home and so the bees left too.
A couple of weeks ago, a friend pointed out to me that a huge number of bees were scooting in and out of the trunk of the massive old willow tree by the pond. “Are they honeybees?” I asked. We wondered for a while and moved on. Only a day or so ago, we stood watching the bees fly purposefully in and out, until we noticed that they were going in and out of a dirt entrance. “Yellowjackets!” we said in one breath. I will be avoiding the pond in future.