Candyman

It was an ordinary lunch break in an ordinary day in the routine that has become my life here in Costa Rica. Mari, Enid and I had returned to the house for lunch and the clear sunny day blinded us to the possibility of what was to come.


My mind filled witht houghts of the delicious conconction I smelled in the kitchen, I walked nonchalantley into my room and placed my bag on my bed. I was not prepared for what I saw when I looked up.


Bees. Abejas. Forty, no fifty or more bees swarmed around my window, buzzing and butting against the glas in a desperate attempt to go, somewhere, anywhere other than where they were.


How had so many bees made their way into my room? Why were they there? Who had let them in? Was this a hidden plot, initiated by the ants, to get to my stack of Mentos I bought in the duty free shop and hid in the back of my closet rapped in plastic? Were they controlled by demonic powers?


Unsure, and believing that my odds were better with more of my kinds to back me up I rand back to the kitchen, the smell of savory ground beef mocking the situation we faced and sought knowledge form Reina.


Once back in my room we reviewed the situation, consulted the texts, did chemical testing for pollen lining on my window, but could not figure out the reason for the bees being there.


But one this was for certain, we had to get rid of them.


And so the battle between good and ....creepy, began. There were moments where we didn’t know if we could win, there were so many and they kept coming back. They resisted our gentle carboard efforts to guide them out the openign in the window. They seemed determined to go somewhere else, perhaps they were working on developing a new power to shift through glass.


There were casualties, the little bodies of the bees who had resisted too hard, or could not bear life in the direction we pushed them, littered the flow, twitching for a seconds before moving on to the next life.


Finally we were down to two persistent bees, who for all our size and power we could not persuade to leave the their post at the window. Realizing that there were powers greater than our own at work here we decided to end out battle for now, regroup and enhance out powers with Reina’s cooking. And int he meantime left the window open hoping the problem would solve itself.


The bees were gone when we got back. We still don’t know how they got there, but the next day as I left my room to go have breakfast I saw a group of ants marching down the hall, they carried on their backs the body of one bee, they never looked up and they never halted their progress.


And a faint buzzing echoed through the house.