Brewing, Cats, and Moving
The bees came! And SpecSO doesn’t get my favorite bee quote, so we’re gonna have a British Standup education session. *Then* he’ll get my references.
When SpecSO showed up with the box’o’bees, I was struck by how much they smelled like beeswax. It makes sense, when you think of it. But until I had thousands of bees in one cubic foot, I had never thought that they smelled.
A close friend tells me that *real* beekeepers do it nekkid, but I cheated and wore the veil with a white tshirt and denim shorts. We couldn’t find my gloves so SpecSO handled all the things that had bees crawling on them as he had the total bee costume, and more importantly, the gloves.
To transfer them from the box to the hive we had to shake them out. As one would surmise, bees don’t like to be shaken, so we had to calm them down by spraying them with sugar water. Once I started spraying them, the entire tone of the box mellowed. It’s like they were all “GAAAH! GET ME OUT OF HERE!” And then they were all “WHEEE! CANDY!” They shook out quite easily.
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The neighbor kids have been begging to see the bees, but we decided to stand firm on ‘no’. No ‘if we’re this far away’ or ‘if you’re with us.’ There’s 15 of them, I’m not risking discovering that one of them is allergic to the little buggers.