When I was young I would spend hours fishing the drowning bees out of our backyard pool. (so they wouldn't die)Now I am setting traps to kill as many of them as I possibly can. My change of heart came after Boris started chasing and biting at them. I didn't want a dog with a swollen face... or throat.
But it all still makes me a little sad... poor little bastards.
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