A few months ago, a bee came to the bucket on the balcony of my house to "explore its way", as if it was looking for a home. As expected, a small nest was built within a few days. I decided to keep it.
I am a little scared of bees, but seeing their hard-working figure, I am not scared anymore, and besides, there is only one.
The nest is so small that it can only accommodate one bee. That bee was very hard-working, flying out to collect honey every day. After a few days, the nest became bigger and bigger, and the number of bees also slowly increased, one, two, three... Later, the nest became larger and larger. Even bigger, there are 14 bees!
I ignored them for many days. Then I went over and took a look... Oh my God! A swarm of bees lay on the honeycomb. Suddenly, I got goosebumps all over my body...it was so scary...
I heard that being stung by a bee is not fun. The sting was painful and itchy, and a big bump appeared, bigger than my goosebumps... Thinking of this, I ran into the house with a chirp and closed the balcony tightly. Alas, keeping bees has turned into being afraid of bees.
Later, I began to think of ways to get rid of him. I put a piece of foam at the bottom of the bucket and lit it. The foam immediately emitted a dark, smelly smell. The bees have all flown away. What a great opportunity! I took the clothes pole my mother used to dry clothes and poked at the honeycomb as hard as I could. The honeycomb passed through the anti-theft net and fell...
Huh... it was so scary, my hands suddenly started to tremble. Haha, I won’t be afraid anymore! In the past, I didn't dare to go into the bathroom outside the balcony for fear of bees. No need to be afraid now! Mom also said that I defused a time bomb.
Hey! Bee, bee, do you want me to raise you or do you want me to poke you?