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Dave has a very exciting spring ahead of him. He's going to start keeping bees at our friend's family's orchard. This is something he's been interested in doing and has talked about off and on since we moved into a single family house with a yard. I, however, have had no desire to share my backyard space with a bunch of bees; the squirrels and stray cats are bad enough. (Btw, for future reference, don't make the mistake of googling "bee's nest". It'll give you the heebie-jeebies for life. Unless you're Dave, who probably won't be bothered in the least, but to whom I can at least say "SEE? SEE? ARGH!" because they would totally forgo the nice, wood hive for, say, our attic. Or our bedroom, most likely settling in next to my side of the bed.) (I have a problem with bees, especially large groups of them.)

Today he placed an order for two sets of package bees, which will be ready to be picked up in May. He used a gift card he got for Christmas from my Grandma for part of the payment. He told me it really took the sting out of the cost. Ba-dum-bum-ching!

And just like that, the onslaught of bad bee jokes begins.