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Bees, Bees and Freeway Fun

Rolled semi spills load of bees at I-5 and I-405 interchange

Well, this made for some real fun for me this morning. Fortunately, I have tools to notify me when traffic's getting ugly and was able to leave early to compensate. Thus I was expecting "issues". So, as I crossed I5 via the 196th street overpass on my way to the northbound onramp, my lord, the backup was immense!

Bee that as it may (sorry for the pun, I just had to...), looking at the pictures, I feel sad for the bees. With bee populations are declining, seeing the massive bee kill was deeply disheartening. However, there clearly are dedicated professionals on site making sure the impact upon our buzzing friends is minimal. For that, I'm thankful.

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