Wednesday, March 18, 2009

BEE ATTACK

Curled up on a dining chair,
Unable to sleep
She was ending up counting a mountain of bees
Instead of numbering her sheep.

They'd attacked her on her comfy bed,
Under her cozy blanket..
She killed 7 within 15 minutes
So antagonized she felt.

They'd taken over her bedrooms
They fancied her lights and lamp..
Shunned to the bare living room,
She dreamt fitfully of the Bee base camp.

"Look at the small pile of dead bees
How much bigger it could become.."
The hunted woman felt a spark of evil
Thinking of how Hit affected bees like Rum.

The tipsy pile she picked up
And bore it outside the balcony door.
She'd fought frogs, lizards, monkeys and mice
But bees, never before.

The animal kingdom, she ruefully thought,
Who knew what next it would bring..
Attacking thus far with creepy-crawlies and varmint
It had never before deployed The Sting :(

Banishing thought and bad rhyme,
Determined: the battleground she would not flee!
The morrow's light, she felt, would bring answers
To bee or not to bee.

3 Comments:

Blogger ~G said...

Are you stocked with Vodka in your Ahmedabadi home? If yes, fill a spray bottle with vodka and spray it on bees to kill them.
:)

[Just received an email forward which talks about uses of vodka - other than drinking, of course]
:P

March 18, 2009 2:38 PM  
Blogger Dinesh said...

I used had a bee problem too. Easiest way to knock them out is too light a piece of camphor and expose the bees to the smoke. They'll drop down in a couple of seconds.

March 24, 2009 6:17 PM  
Anonymous SB said...

i remember the bees..i do..
They were as if drifting towards their 'honey'
Cc:RK,AA,SB
(As a matter of principle):D

September 29, 2009 1:27 PM  

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