For many many years I have a deal with bees. I always explain it to them again each time:
Look; I mean you no harm. You have your work - I have mine. I'll keep my hands to myself if you do the same. Just let me go about my business in peace - and I won't bother you. I promise.
But . . . if you start with me - I will kill you, your friends, your family, and everything that even Looks like you. So please: mind your business and no harm will come to you or me.
I have always kept my end of the deal and so have the bees.
So the other day I had to work on two rooftop units. There were bees in the burner section but none in the control panel, the condenser section, or the disconnect. When I crouched down to pull the control panel cover I saw them come out on the louvers to look at me. They did their little threatening advance/retreat move and so I warned them nicely: Look; we can all be like Fonzie here. I will not hurt you and yours - you just go about your routine little bee business and I'll be out of your way in no time.
So the pussy SOB's stayed put there but kept sort of glaring at me. Until I turned the other way to get a meter out of my tool pouch. Then two one them zoomed over to my hand. I felt them as they touched the hair on my hand and right before they stung me. One did get me lightly on the back of my wrist but I was too quick for the other one and backhanded him away and spun out of my crouch to take off.
But then the whole gang of them came out and after me. I had used a high reach to get up to the roof ad it was pretty far back to get back to it. They gave up before I got to it so I went down and got six cans of industrial bee killer spray. With a can ready in each hand I went back but the little SOB's saw me coming and came out flying towards me.
Whatever this canned stuff was I could drop them right out of the air with it. So I got the brave first and then went in for the rest and doused them all well. Weirdly they were all furiously scrambling to get out and apparently trying to get to me rather than away.
So, in keeping with my decades old vow - I went to every machine and killed every single one of them.
But now, two days later, my wrist still aches and my whole forearm Really itches. Also, very weirdly; every old scar on my hand and arm is suddenly red and puffy. It makes me wonder if these were deranged death-wish killer bees?
For many many years bees have been cool with The Deal. Which is a reasonable approach in my opinion: This guy won't hurt us, we can leave him alone, and in return he won't kill us all. That seems fair.
But these bees were either prouder of their abilities than was really warranted, or were just crazy with a death wish.
Anybody else running into crazy / or killer, bees out there?