Things Are A-Buzz

Oh. my. word.

I said I was going to do it, didn’t I?  Yes, yes I did.  And now?  I’ve gone and done it.

Well, technically, McH went and did it, but only because I put in all the necessary orders, so somebody had to do it.

So I guess we’ve gone and done it, even though he’d rather I do it on my own from here on out.

Yes folks, we have bees.

Bzzz

Currently there are about six pounds, two hives worth, sitting in my garage.  I think I’ll wait until McH gets home before I hive them.  Right now, however, I am going to go feed them.

Yes, that’s right, feed them.  It involves lots of care and wee little droppers and . . . just kidding.  I’m just going to go squirt the snot out of them with sugar water.  Then maybe I’ll take the hive components out to the spot where we are going to keep them.  Then I’ll pace nervously around until I actually get around to putting them in the hives. 

I really hope I don’t kill them.

Maybe in the fall I’ll do a honey give away on the blog if I don’t kill them.

Bzzzzzzz

Look at their beady little eyes.  I think they hate me already.  They will die out of spite, no matter what I do now.

And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt is hiding under water.

11 thoughts on “Things Are A-Buzz

  1. Ack! Those pictures gave me the willies! I can’t stand bees. I don’t know how in the world you’re doing this. You are DEFINITELY a better woman than I! 🙂

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  2. Karen

    I am sooooooooo jealous!! We grew up with bees. As teenagers our summer job was to extract the honey and sell it. I would so love to have some. But with 8 kids under 12, a house and landscaping not finished I think it will be a while before that will happen. I guess what I’m trying to say is CONGRATULATIONS!!!

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  3. Yeah, you have me a little speechless on this one I have to admit. Getting the heebie jeebies (no idea how to spell that and too lazy to google it).

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  4. I’d be more wooried about the bees killing me than me killing the bees. And did you say something about a possible honey giveaway? Sign me up.

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  5. Oh frap- I’m with Tewt. But the honey will be awesome. I think you should sell it. Come up with some great country-like honey label. You do have a way with catchy cooter-country-ish phrases/titles..

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  6. OMG, I’m afraid of bees. Really afraid. My parents just had to have bee people come out and, um, remove bees from THREE of their properties in three totally different parts of town. One required an enclosed backhoe and some other nasty sounding things. They were very, very aggressive bees. And they just found out they have bees that set up shop in their attic, but I guess they’re not quite as aggressive. But still. So I’m all jumpy.

    But I do love honey! I’m excited to see how they do.

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  7. Wow, I’m impressed. I actually love bees… and honey. I find the whole process amazing. Best of luck. I could never do something like that, because I am sadly very allergic. I can’t wait to follow your process.

    Andrea
    “That buzzing-noise means something. If there’s a buzzing noise, somebody’s making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you’re a bee. ….
    And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey…..
    And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it.” – Winnie the Pooh

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  8. You know, I have a friend in SW MO that has been keeping bees for….an unknown amount of time. I don’t know where you are in this wide country, but I could probably get you in touch with her if you’d like some hands-on expertise and advice. Let me know!

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