48 hours after being stung by one of the Speaker Bees, my right hand is still plump, pink, wrinkle-free and infantile.
This morning, the Speaker Bees were still bearding on the outside of the hive, which made me suspect that the queen bee had also spent the night camping under the stars. To remedy this situation, I misted the bees with some honey water so I could brush them off the front of the hive with [...]
We’ve been waiting for weeks for it to warm up enough to get the bees from Oat Boy. The bees have been living in a speaker inside of Oat Boy’s pool cabana for the last three years. Even though the bees are friendly, Oat Boy was tired of rescuing drowning bees out of the pool. [...]
I can’t believe that I didn’t figure out that today’s date is a palindrome. Now I’m kicking myself that I didn’t plan some sort of puzzle party in celebration.
In an effort to become a honey tycoon, I’ve been reading a lot of obscure beekeeping-related materials. I love how Justin O. Schmidt describes the sensation of being stung by various stinging insects like he is reviewing fine wines. The Schmidt Sting Pain Index or the Justin O. Schmidt Pain Index is a pain scale [...]
I’ve been thinking (and talking) a lot about death recently. My favorite uncle passed away last week which I’m super sad about. But even before his passing last Wednesday, I’d been pondering my own mortality a lot since Memorial Day weekend when Patty’s son got a kidney transplant. I’m a full body organ donor. If [...]