I have purchased and placed in front of the house a plastic, painted, little thin narrow tall Uncle Sam statue. It’s plugged in and burning bright at this moment. According to the little booklet that came with it, his presence will ward off the great swarms of bees that pass by here on their way to trade shows. Spare This House he says. You’ll find nothing to satisfy your bee appetites at this address. Please go sting the neighbors.
Which is great because my throat usually gets real hoarse standing out on the lawn, screaming at bees all night.