The next morning the call came from a lady in North Hollywood—no relation to anybody in the club, heard about me through the grapevine—bees were nesting in the back bumper of her minivan!
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So she DROVE THEM TO MY DOOR in Silver Lake, where after an application of said sugar water, we got them into a bucket and then into the recently empty beehive.
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ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE INDEED!