Elias decided to call a local (a beekeeper) named Sarah. When she arrived, she didn't bring poisons; she brought a "bee vacuum" and a smokers' tin.

By sunset, the oak tree was silent. Sarah had successfully vacuumed the swarm into a transport box, ensuring the "pest" became a "pollinator" once again in a meadow ten miles away. Elias finally sat on his porch, coffee in hand, watching a lone straggler fly toward the distant hills.

Bees hate the strong scent. Wiping down the porch railings with it acts as a natural "No Trespassing" sign.

Once, in the sleepy town of Oakhaven, Elias Thorne faced a problem of "vibrant" proportions. A massive colony of honeybees had decided that the hollow oak tree exactly three feet from his back porch was the perfect site for their new empire.