This was probably what I thought was one of the most uneventful days since I retired. We both were pretty laid back and did not start any big projects.
Toward evening I decided to start dinner and as I looked out I saw my husband with an old tee shirt over his head. Imagine my thoughts. I went out side and found out he was squirting a mass of bees. You would think I would tell him to leave them alone and come in side, right? Oh no, I said "I need to get a picture. I will be right back." Here they are.

A mix of dish soap and water can
really make a nest of bees angry!