It’s spring, and the buzz around my neighborhood right now involves carpenter bees and what to do about them.
For years, I’d adopted a live-and-let-live attitude, leaving the bee battling to my fierce red heeler, Merlin. In his younger days, he used to put on quite the air show, leaping, twisting, snapping and snarling at the bees, who you could almost hear snicker as they gyrated in the air just out of reach.
In recent years, I’ve noticed the carpenter bee holes in the framework of my big shed beginning to expand.