She had been mowing the grass, the first time it had been mowed since we bought this house. If you're reading this letter on my website, the top photo is the massive pile of grass clippings from her efforts. . . . When asked where she had been stung, Barb took me to a spot in the yard swarming with bees. They had built a hive in the ground, something we had never seen before. Mowing the lawn, Barbara had trespassed into their turf, so to speak, and had paid the price. . . .
Some people believe in living in harmony with nature.
Not my wife. Not only did she want all the bees killed, she wanted me to do it for her. . . . If you are married, or have been, you know that certain chores are divided between husband and wife. Often this division occurs without discussion. Killing insects, for some reason as yet unknown, is my responsibility.