Saturday, April 21, 2012
Bee Careful!
(Daddy): My favorite part of this whole process was picking up the package o' bees. After sending off a check into the void, a note was mailed back that instructed us to bring our receipt (enclosed) and show up at a gas station in a small town in the middle of nowhere Virginia (about 2 hours away) at exactly 7pm on a certain date. No address, no further instructions...it felt almost illicit. So, two men inexperienced in bees went to this gas station, and asked various people if they were "the bee guy". None were, but a few folks were there to buy bees. Since "the bee guy" was running late, we asked more experienced looking people some basic questions like "What do with do with the bees?" and other innocent questions along those lines. Clearly now viewed as apiary idiots, one of the more experienced bee folk (buying 15 packages of bees that night) exclaimed unsubtly..."You mean, no one has told you anything!?!". It was at that point that I realized that perhaps reading a book about something might not be enough. You could almost feel the shattering of the presumed confidence of the real estate developer and the master theologian who showed up that night to pick up a package o'bees.
I'm happy to report that no stings were realized, that we look cool in the bee hats, and the hive appears to be buzzing along happily. Despite our ignorance on the issue, I figure it's sort of like having kids. It seems overwhelming but sometimes you comfort yourself with the fact that billions of people have done it without dying (at least at first). Bees are sort of the same thing...people as dumb as me have been raising them for thousands of years...so how hard could it possibly be(e), right? Oh...last thought...in case you are wondering why I am wearing a tie; these are Italian bees, and they are used to a dapper clothing style. I'm just trying to start the relationship of mutual respect well.
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Awesome...good luck
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