Karma and Bees

The fact that Justice helped somebody work on their Eagle Scout project this past weekend wouldn't normally be something post-worthy... but the timing of this project is one of those things where karma just sort of saunters in the room and whacks you upside the head for good measure.

In the previous post I may have mentioned how we slaughtered a hive of bees that live in the pillar on our front porch.  I also may have mentioned that I knew how important the bees were to the environment.  I may NOT have mentioned that the kids didn't know any of the environmental impacts about said bee killing.  I didn't see the point of bringing that to their attention considering the heinous crime we were about to commit.

That's when karma showed up with brass knuckles.  

Justice was invited to work on an Eagle Scout project with one of the other Scouts at Meeman-Shelby State Park (The camping place I affectionately referred to as HELL in a post from last summer).  Fun, right?  He and The Coach hopped in the car and spent the afternoon working on working on the project.

The project just so happened to involve making houses or whatever you call them for bees.  Lots of them.  You know why?  Because the Bee Keeper that was at the project made sure he let them know that bees are super important to the environment, and they are very scarce these days... and if they don't have places to live and multiply then the earth will turn to dust and everyone will DIE and there will be nowhere to live but Mars.  (Ok, he didn't say those exact words, but he may as well have since we are dealing with Justice).

Justice:  "I bet you wish you knew all about that BEFORE you guys killed all those bees".

Me (with a blank, blank stare):  "Uhhhhhhh"

Justice:  "YOU ALREADY KNEW THAT, DIDN'T YOU"???

Me:  "Yeah, I may have already known that.  My bad."

Justice:  "MY BAD?"  Holy crap, Mom!!"

I pled my case; he hated the bees, they kept him from going outside to play, and now he can.  I explained to him that we TRIED to get the bees out, that a few weeks ago we even spoke to the same Bee Keeper that happened to be at the project about it, and he referred us to someone else... who told us he couldn't do it.  Eventually I won him over, he understood there was really no other way.  I did, however continue to get the sideways hairy-eyeball for the remainder of the day. You may be wondering why I get all the wrath from this... That's because I'm the planner, and The Coach is the executer, in everything.  I do the research, make the plans, and then The Coach completes the action pretty much wordlessly and without question.  Justice is aware of this arrangement, so he KNEW this was all on me.  

Here's the Bee Keeper (who is a member of our church and a really great guy), giving the boys a fine education on the awesomeness of bees.  Look at Justice's face.  Priceless.  He's clearly plotting my demise.

And just for good measure, I will throw in that as of this morning there's not a hint of activity at the graveyard in the pillar on the front porch.  And the boys played in the driveway for hours yesterday.