Dear Diary ...

 

Last night my husband stood in the front yard and lit it on fire. 

 

....let me explain.

 

A few weeks ago I had my cheerleaders over to help make up our competition routine.  Brett came out and told Kelsey not to stand where she was because there was a bee's nest built into the ground in that spot.  She promptly moved.  Later he told me that he needed to pour gasoline down the hole and light it on fire.  I was mortified at that idea!  How could he burn them?  I told him they were far away from the house and not hurting anyone...do not murder them.

 

Two days later, he was mowing the lawn and got stung twice on his ankles....uh-oh.

 

So last night, when they were snugly asleep in their hive...and the neighborhood rested safely in their homes....my husband poured a small bottle of gasoline on the hole and lit it on fire.  What a sight he was standing in the front yard watching it burn like a roman candle....what our neighbors must have thought? 

 

After a few minutes he doused the flame and stuck a Raid bomb in there to make sure the deed was complete...later he tells me that he hopes everything is okay, because there could be gas lines under there....oh my goodness. 

 

Anywho, no more bees....and sadly, no more watching Brett run real fast over that spot when he mows.