I'm on the narrow path that leads to the parking lot behind the restaurant that used to be a train station. I look down at my feet and see yellow jackets on the path. They take flight as I pass through. I am shirtless -- I hope they do not attack me, and amazingly they do not.
Now I am inside in the basement of my home. Paul B is in there and I show him the nest. There's a clump of artificial flowers in the spot on the floor, and they spring up as I step on them. He sprays the Bees (as he did before ). At first the spray isn't too effective, but eventually the Bees stop moving.
We pick up a small clump of the plastic flowers, which have several bees attached to it. I marvel at them because their wings are like butterfly wings, colorful with different patterns.
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