Honeybees (🐝) don't tend to show me affection, so I am not affectionate towards them either. This is reality, so even if you are terribly fond of honeybees, you cannot shout at my disliking. Some men do not like ties, some women hate pink, and some like me hate honeybees.
One fine day, my eyes could find such a creature alighted on my wardrobe cabinet . At that point of time, I was standing at the door (🚪) to my room. Over the years I have debated how I have developed this useful anti-bee aura around me. Useful in the sense that it enables me to spot those creatures, at places where other humans won't bother to give a look at. So that day, my mission to banish or probably slaughter that honeybee from my room saw a grand beginning.
I walked up to the storeroom and brought aside a lemon (🍋 ) room freshener. Then I cautiously moved across my room to shut the windows and the adjacent doorways ( all the time keeping safe distance from the bee). Then when I found myself back at my door, I sprayed the liquid all over. Then shut the door.
After about twenty minutes (🕐) I went to check. Just when I'd opened the door, I was greeted with that buzzing zzz-zzz sound that I loathed. Apparently, the nasty creature was moving about up and down. The noise seemed to be making me deaf. The spray had done zero percent damage to the honeybee....I wasn't offended since I was well aware that those bees can never be tackled in such a brainless way. So I had to implement my own smart methods. At this instance, it must be solemnly noted that the only reason I have not been awarded a noble violence prize ( 🎖) for my honeybee banishing procedures is that I have been uninterested. So yes, I had to resort to some of them.
The first method is called Trap in a trap (🗝). In this method, you trap the bee. I took a big chart paper( 📃) and painted (🖌) honey cubes to resemble the hive of the bee. Then I took a saucer , and poured in it half a bottle of honey ( 🍯). Honey has a sticky property. Bees adore honey as they're the ones who manufacture it at first. Then I folded the painted paper into a giant roll, shaped like a 'O' to match the size of the saucer. Proceeding, I put the paper on top of the saucer and put it beside my wardrobe. Then I waited along.
The honeybee did not budge. Anyone could mistake it for an immobile object except for its buzz. After about half an hour, it finally got down to the saucer ( attracted by my painting's resemblance with its home sweet home), and seated itself on the edge. I was shocked to discover that the small creature had once again, outwitted me. It wast trapped.
So I tried my next procedure. It's called AIM (🎯). In that you aim at the bee. I took a sharp pointed knife ( 🗡), and applied some liquid detergent on top. Then I collected a wide assortment of such knives and brought them inside to where the bee was still seated. Having myself with my weaponry at a smart distance, I aimed at the bee one my one. At first it did not hit at all. Then after some futile attempts, it did hit. But sadly not on the bee. Most of them struck the wooden wardrobe and carved out strange indentations. The bee was a brave, experienced soldier of its kind; I understood.
I wasn't fed up at my failures so soon.
Next, I decided to implement the strongest and most effective method of mine. It was called Slash and Burn. I took a long wood stick. By long I mean very long . Then I took another small stick and draped around it some linen cloth to make the end round and burly. I soaked it in oil and by the help of a matchstick, set fire (🔥)to it. It was a genius trick. Slowly, I nudged forward the burning stick towards the nasty honeybee. Smoke (🌪) was curling up and throughout the room so I had to put on a nose mask. Then I thrust the fire onto the bee.
The bee was quick. It effortlessly flew off. On the other hand, my incorrect notion that laminated wood don't catch fire was proved wrong as I saw the wardrobe go up in flames. The flames were beautiful, but the scenario wasn't. On top of the trauma, the honeybee out of nowhere, appeared . Not only did it appear, but appeared and charged at my face. I threw the stick back again at it. Although it missed, fearing that the aim of the bee to plunge at my face would not miss similarly, I ran for my life out of the room.
Shutting the room behind me, I bolted the door.
It was then my time to perspire. Not out of fear, my friend, but because the bee was inside and would be soon engulfed by the fire that was spreading like a forest-fire though my furnitures.

Checkmate. Bee kill mission accomplished. 🚩

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