So went to dads sarvo, and while chattin away I looked out into the sunlight, and saw what looked like heaps of flies.. So went out and noticed it was bees... LOTS of bees..
So very heroically I grabbed the garden hose and took the long route around the deck to see where they were going.. Thinking that they had only just started landing on the BBQ blasted hell out of them with the hose..
Not seeing much action, thought I'd open the BBQ and check it out....
Ummm.. it appeared as though I was wrong.
They were going in through the hole for the rotisserie thing...
So, took another photo, and moved away - bit blurry but they weren't happy..
Closed the lid once or thrice which caused the honeycomb to break up - it didn't make them very impressed... and as I backed away one got me on the forehead
Thinking what to do, and sussing out pest control joints, working out how I could put 240v through the BBQ and not burn house down, or kill myself, mate suggested turning the BBQ gas on and leaving it overnight.... didn't go with that
Turns out the grandad of one of my daughters ballet friends is a bee keeper.. he came out and sorted it for me free - wouldn't take bottle of scotch for payment
I was worried that they had more honey comb under the hotplate, but it doesn't appear so at this stage, but there were thousands of the angry little pricks!
Final result was a jar full of honeycomb with honey dripping out of it.. Daughter hasn't stopped showing it off since!
So we find out tomorrow if he got the QUeen into his Bee Box thingy, that hes going to pickup at 7am
So didn't make it to xcavators place again to pickup Linux..