Guaranteed that’s not a quote you’ll hear from Benco Dental MarComm Manager Rachel Pugh.

In a recent installment of SciShow, Honey: Bacteria’s Worst Enemy, host Hank Green explained why some hospitals harness (purified and standardized) honey’s powers for good.

Meanwhile, one dental industry marketer would prefer a bunch of honeymakers vacate her home.

“I can hear them if I put my ear to the chimney, it’s creepy. Sounds like a horror flick,” said the Pennsylvania resident. (Think 1978 classic The Swarm, or Candyman, as opposed to Jerry shutterstock_10994104Seinfeld’s Bee Movie.)

Some might say, “What’s all the buzz about?”

As did Pugh, more than a month ago when she discovered numerous tiny bee corpses in her living room and narrowed the source to bees producing honey in the Shavertown chimney.

A parent to six rescue cats, and friend to all things furry, this 21-year vegetarian hoped for a solution that would do no harm.

Anyone who saw fuschia and blue smoke pouring from Pugh’s chimney in early July might have suspected a holiday party. But her Purple Haze was hardly the variety Jimi Hendrix saluted in his song.

Instead, on the advice of a local beekeeper,the creative homeowner aimed to gain independence from unwanted guests using seasonal smoke bombs.

Of the colorful eviction notice, Pugh said, “It was my attempt to safely ask the bees to relocate.”

Freedom did not ring, so Pugh (who never uses her fireplace) planned to adjust to a life of peace with a few hundred new hivemates.

This morning, while conducting the weekly carcass cleanup, she tried a last minute palm sweep of the vicinity, in addition to her usual whisk broom effort.

One lone bee, still alive and woozy, put up a sting.

“They’re taking over. There’s an army of them,” Pugh said on the honey house status.

A quick call to the beek has her planning next steps, which include an upcoming wood pellet burn to create a “24-hour smoldering effect”.

This master marketer noted that she also issued a firm directive, queen to queen: “You need to leave.” promises to keep you updated on Pugh’s progress.

We’re also wondering if it’s become a bit of a grudge match.

In an interview today, an innocent query as to her history with bees prompted Pugh to divulge a decades-earlier insect altercation.

“In the mid-1980s honeybees got into my father’s chimney and we were all stung,” said Pugh.

Allow that image to crystallize for a moment.