• Location: glen waverley
• Mood: dominant

compost bees rescue service

	got a call on the beekeeping hotline. "bee's in compost bin. new swarm. go." i kitted up and headed out into the afternoon.
arriving on the scene i cast a quick eye over the situation. it looked dire, but refusing to give into panic i looked deep inside, took a deep breath, raised my war axe and with a furious bellow upon my lips, lead forth the masses into battle. Lifting the lid proved perilous, but undaunted i pressed into action. the bees remain calmed and chose to calmly submit, offering surrender easily. i frown at their ease in morals at such an easy defeat.
	they had a structured society, which i ruthlessly rehoused into my ideal labour force. they now worship ME as god! Mwwwahahahahahahaha