T
he Texas heat was
oppressive the afternoon I
stepped into a surprising mess on the garage floor of our new home. It was a glowing, golden pool of stickiness that caught me completely off guard. My eyes followed the amber-colored puddle to thick, yellow lines on the cement wall leading to where the drywall met the foundation. “What on earth?!” I blurted out in total confusion. I pressed my finger to the steady stream of the sticky mess and brought it hesitantly to my nose, reluctantly placing my tongue on my
finger to confirm what I suspected. It was honey, a stream of honey dripping down through the walls, puddling on the garage floor. I had just moved from England with my family to this new frontier in Texas and had already been quite unsettled by cockroaches, scorpions, and pests completely different from the polite spiders and occasional gnats of the rainy climate to which I had been accustomed. Now, I was faced with an unfortunately placed beehive and a honey-bee invasion!
"OWN YOUR TIME AND EFFORT"
By Dayna Young, M.M.
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