A follow up to my last blog...
As I stated earlier, sometimes it is better to just walk away. Yesterday afternoon, I returned to the office to find Douglas surrounded by 15 dying bees. Interestingly enough, Douglas is one of few people in camp who refuses to use the insecticide yet the familiar smell of Doom was most apparent. He sheepishly admitted to succumbing to its use after all, the bees were trying to make his office their new hive. Several minutes later, one could distinctively hear the sound of swarm of bees fast approaching. As I looked up into the sky, they were headed our way. In my mind, it was a retaliation against Douglas for the "murder" of their extended family.
Benjamin, our office manager, and I headed for cover while Douglas hurriedly zipped the tent fly shut. Hundreds of bees surrounded the office tent and all any of us on the outside could do was laugh at Douglas' predicament. "If the bees are still there by dinner, can I have your dessert?" was all I could manage to say between chuckles. The bees did finally settle down on a branch next to the office tent. As of this morning, they are still waiting presumably for another chance to either infiltrate the office or ambush Douglas.
