As I pull up to meet the new tenant at a rental property, a neighborhood kid runs into his house across the street yelling, “Mom!  It’s the crazy lady again!”

A few days earlier, my husband and I were checking on vacant properties, picking up trash, watering yards, etc. when we noticed a huge wasp nest hanging on the back eave of this particular house. Bees just love to sting my husband and they have got him every time he has knocked down a hive. But for some reason, they never come for me.

There was no wasp spray in our truck that day but we developed a plan. I will stand by the back door and after he knocks down the hive, he will run in and I will close the door really fast so the bees cannot follow him in. I am distracted by a phone call and when he whacks the hive with a rake, I run to open the door and discover that I forgot to unlock it. He races to the front of the house to escape the angry mob of bees.  

I am laughing as I watch him run away and I contemplate taking a video with my phone. Look at him go! Just then I felt a pinch. It hurts a bit. Wait, wow, that hurts a lot! Ugh, another pinch. What is happening?  

The bees had somehow got into my shirt. Once I realized what was happening, I ripped off my shirt and ran screaming for my husband to help me. Oh no, more pinches!  Are they in my bra, too?  Off comes the bra as I round the corner into the front yard just in time for the neighborhood kids riding by on their bikes to see a topless woman running around screaming.  

🔑 A good Property Manager will knock down your beehives and then apologize to the neighbors profusely.