Well, no. More like bees.
I was going through my hives yesterday and discovered three frames of crooked built comb. (By that I mean that the comb started on one frame, but ended up on another.)
In gently pushing the comb over in an attempt to square it up under the proper frame, the comb broke loose and fell from the first frame--right between my feet--leaving a wriggling mass of bees. Well, I stood mostly still and didn't think too much about it as I set the frame down and picked up the slab of comb, now dripping honey and bee larvae (man! I destroyed a rather large number of under-developed bees!) and set it up next to the hive. Might as well let the bees rescue that honey, after all--I didn't really want to get bee larvae guts in any of it that I could have salvaged.
All of a sudden, I realized that my legs felt rather--crawly.
Now, I've had sweat give me that feeling before, but this time, I had a feeling that, due to crawl going UP that I had bees up my britches.
Well, I just got stung last week and I didn't want to test out bee-stings on my legs this week, so I backed very slowly away from the hive and tried not to panic--or dance--or anything rather nonsensical that people might do under any sort of duress.
Mom was in ear-shot so I called to her and told her that I thought I had bees in my pants.
She came over and thankfully, had her apron on, with which she shielded me from the road as I gingerly slid my pants off. I am so grateful that the bees, of which there were probably half a dozen or so, decided NOT to sting me. I was able to shake them all out and return to my hive inspecting without further incident. No stings.
However, I couldn't help but snort a bit in remembering what Luke K. had asked on Sunday, over-hearing me telling one of his family members that I have arthritis, "Have you tried bee-stings?"
I'm glad I didn't have to test that topical bee-sting theory; especially after looking like this just last week:
I was going through my hives yesterday and discovered three frames of crooked built comb. (By that I mean that the comb started on one frame, but ended up on another.)
In gently pushing the comb over in an attempt to square it up under the proper frame, the comb broke loose and fell from the first frame--right between my feet--leaving a wriggling mass of bees. Well, I stood mostly still and didn't think too much about it as I set the frame down and picked up the slab of comb, now dripping honey and bee larvae (man! I destroyed a rather large number of under-developed bees!) and set it up next to the hive. Might as well let the bees rescue that honey, after all--I didn't really want to get bee larvae guts in any of it that I could have salvaged.
All of a sudden, I realized that my legs felt rather--crawly.
Now, I've had sweat give me that feeling before, but this time, I had a feeling that, due to crawl going UP that I had bees up my britches.
Well, I just got stung last week and I didn't want to test out bee-stings on my legs this week, so I backed very slowly away from the hive and tried not to panic--or dance--or anything rather nonsensical that people might do under any sort of duress.
Mom was in ear-shot so I called to her and told her that I thought I had bees in my pants.
She came over and thankfully, had her apron on, with which she shielded me from the road as I gingerly slid my pants off. I am so grateful that the bees, of which there were probably half a dozen or so, decided NOT to sting me. I was able to shake them all out and return to my hive inspecting without further incident. No stings.
However, I couldn't help but snort a bit in remembering what Luke K. had asked on Sunday, over-hearing me telling one of his family members that I have arthritis, "Have you tried bee-stings?"
I'm glad I didn't have to test that topical bee-sting theory; especially after looking like this just last week:
Granted, being needled in the hip or thigh wouldn't have been as outwardly noticeable, but I'm going to assume that it would have hurt as bad and also swelled up enough to make sitting uncomfortable.
I'd rather put up with my arthritis than test the theory...
Oh, but in other news (sort of), I saw the queen in Hive #3 and I most definitely have brood in both! Hurrah!!
I'd rather put up with my arthritis than test the theory...
Oh, but in other news (sort of), I saw the queen in Hive #3 and I most definitely have brood in both! Hurrah!!