Bees and Kitchens should not mix

Today was an interesting day. I was watching Peanut today, as well as Munchi. We had a snack around 10:45, and I put them in the living room to play while I cleaned up after them (the mess they make when they eat is surprising). While I am at the sink I hear this loud buzzing by the oven. I turn around and there is a bee! My heart stopped a little, but I got out our electric fly swatter and electrocuted the heck out of it. Only to find two more in its place. While killing those, another one showed up and I realized I had a real issue on my hands. I could not tell where they were coming from but I began to imagine the hive right outside, and hundreds of them in line to get in. I ran out into the living room, called my husband and scooped up the kids. I locked us up in Munchi's room while I talked to Dirk. Dirk called his dad and had him come over to help me asses the situation. While waiting for Papa, I tried to put the boys down for their nap, but they could tell something was up, probably because of the panic on my face. 45 minutes later, I finally get the boys to sleep, and go back out to my kitchen, where there are now 14 more bees (yes, I counted them). And luckily, right then, Papa showed up. Together we killed the bees that were there (some by cutting them in half with a knife! Papa is brave and ruthless). Once they were all dead, no more were coming in, so we figured the hundreds in the hive waiting to storm the house had been called off. As far as we could tell, they were just scouts looking for a new home. We did discover that they had come in through the vent over our oven. I can pretty much guarantee that I am going to be jumping every time I hear anything buzz in my house for the next few months. When Dirk got home, he went on the roof to check out the vent and make sure no other bees were hiding up there and did not find anything. I am keeping my fingers crossed that those bees learned a lesson and there friends won't be coming back to avenge their death (we should have left one alive to send back to the hive with a warning!)

Anyway, here is a blurry picture of the dead ones I could find. The first three I had already thrown in the trash, one went down the garbage disposal, and a couple drowned in the dishwater I had in the sink. Whew, what a day.

And here is some pictures of the boys having fun, oblivious to the craziness in the other room (yes, Munchi has no clothes on..... He is obsessed with dressing and undressing himself right now):