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Awhile ago, I wrote about my conflicts with the local hive of bees that come to my apartment to die. Since that writing, I've been stung three times, but their casualties are much greater. Much time has past, and as the winter approaches, the bees are frantically trying to make their way into our apartment. I should note that I was told that these "bees" are technically hornets of some type, but I forgot exactly what they are. They're just bees to me, goddammit.

I did feel bad about using bleach to hose the bees down, so I quit using that and just started using the net. Eventually, though, I just kind of gave up. When there's like a half dozen or so of the fuckers every time you turn around, it gets kind of tiring to get rid of them. I found its much easier just to let them die and sweep them up later.

So, my roomie and I bought a little handheld vacuum thinger to help clean the apartment out. However, we've found that its been most useful in cleaning up the bee problem. Then, my roommate discovered that the dustbuster is equally effective at sucking up live bees. Although I still remain mostly apathetic to the bees' presence, my roommate goes after them with the vacuum, which is kept by his desk. Let me tell you what an odd sight it is to see a grown man in his underwear leaping around the room with a dustbuster and stabbing the air. He's gotten better though; I think he's only been stung once, and he's probably caught well over 2 dozen bees with the dustbuster.

Alas, the battle rages on.