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Fata Morgana
2013-09-20 16:31
bee harvest
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So, as some of you know, I keep bees. Why I would interact, willingly and on a regular basis, with thousands of venomous insects may baffle you - it baffled my poor sweetie, who forewent his usual permissiveness when it came to what I did with the yard and forbade me to keep them at our house - but today was the big payoff: a honey harvest. Well, sort of.

I keep two kinds of bees: one hive of Italian bees, and one hive of Carniolan bees. The Italians are supposed to be the golden retrievers of bees: the gentlest around, if a bit dumb (and often more susceptible to various bee diseases). Carniolans aren't so different, but they can be a bit more aloof on one hand and active on the other - the greyhound of bees, perhaps.

After I arrive and suit up, I examine both hives through their nifty plexiglass windows. The Carnis have done a bit of work since I last checked on them a couple of weeks ago, but holy cow, the Italians have completely filled all of the space available to them! I figured I'd get a good harvest there, for sure. I decide to approach the Carnis first, though - the quicker, easier job - and take maybe one drawn comb and some comb scraps that they keep trying to build across multiple bars (dang them).

Imaginary conversation with the Carnis:

Me: Oh hey bees, nice-looking comb you've got here - op, this bit is a bit crooked, don't mind me, I'll just take that off your hands ... that's some mighty fine drawn comb you have here - you don't mind if I just have this one?

Bees: Hey, man, you're, like, spilling our honey, man ... let me lick that up ... you're taking that? Can I keep licking it? No? Oh, uh, okay ... bye ...

Given that Italians are supposed to be the gentler of the two, I hoped I could do the same there - repeated maybe six or seven times. Here's what happened.

Me: Oh he--

Bees: DIE MUTHAFUCKAAAAAAA! *sting* *sting* *sting*

Me: AIEEE! *runs away, pursued by several bees*

I had only just *opened* the hive and they spazzed out. I'm going to have to come back with my (still unused) smoker instead of my usual spray bottle of water to get a harvest from them ... but another day.

So I ended up with just over one comb, and several stings on my right middle finger. And the notion that I might have to re-queen those Italian bees next season. Though really, who can blame the little buggers? Maybe that's why their hive is so successful.

(I know this is a rather anticlimactic post after such a long period of radio silence, especially given all that has happened in my life, but hey, better this than nothing. ;))
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John
surpheon
2013-09-22 01:18 (UTC)
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I have about the same reaction to the beekeeping hobby as I do to those golf-ball-to-the-crotch videos that were in vogue during the heyday of America's Funniest Home Videos: Owwwww/cringe
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eqe
2013-09-22 21:36 (UTC)
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My dad started keeping bees a few years after I moved to California. I'm still baffled.

The honey is tasty though.
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