I had a friend stop by yesterday. He once had 100 bee hives when he lived back east and he was anxious to see my top bar hive. He had never seen one, so we jumped in the car and went for a visit. He walked into my bee barn with no protection, no gloves, no veil, no alien astronaut bee suit. I’ve been just using a veil lately myself, but I figured, OK… I can do that and in I went. We messed around a bit, cut out one of the hair clips I had hung the original comb on to get them started. Everything was cool. Then I went for the other bar, the one farthest in with another hair clip and bam! I got stung under my chin. I pinched her and threw her to the ground, and continued on, but decided to close up shop since they were getting louder. A few minutes later we got in the car and I glanced in the mirror. The stinger was still in my chin. Crap. I grabbed it out, though I know I should have scraped it. Needless to say, I have a huge, hot, itchy double chin today. ugh. Not fun. He talked about getting stung 40 or 50 times at once… and I just can’t see that! This is miserable enough! Next time… the veil is going back on!
The good news, though, is my one hive has all sorts of baby bees in it. We didn’t break into Mesopotamia. Baby bees are great! and I’m excited. They’re building comb fast and furious and I can expand and give them more room soon AGAIN!
I should have cut out the smaller hair clip as well, but I didn’t. The one on the first comb???? It may just get left in place if they’re going to sting me! I probably should have cut it out sooner so that I didn’t have to dig clear up to the front and create such a disturbance. Live and learn, I guess.