First, I hear an incessant Lilliputian drilling.
Then, sawdust on the table.
Monday morning, I spy one solitary sentry hovering.
The carpenter bee expulsion has lasted but a week.
The exterminator returns to reapply the poisonous treatment into the burrow holes. The courtesy call includes a silicone seal, they check for new holes and treat those, too.
I lie in wait, ready to collect more dead bees.