Bees & Boozers

It was Memorial Day afternoon. A bunch of bees was buzzing around my patio, gathering in increasing numbers as the evening came on. It was like they'd all been out in the community bothering everyone's picnics and had decided to report in on their escapades. Little did I realize at the time that their Queen had indeed chosen a crack in the mortar where the ceiling and the wall met to enthrone herself and hold court.