Thanks Jp. It really was funny to mess with the other beeks there.
Two guys came up to me while I was pulling frames from the hives and they were very nervous and wouldn't get too close.
One of them yelled over, we are here to pick up two nucs, he thought we worked there so I said okay come on over and get them.
He kind of stuttered and said huh? I said come one over and pick which ones you want.
He looks shocked and turns to his friend and says man,what is this?
Just then the beek that owns the place walked by and said come on Natalie you guys are killing me here and assured the customer he would be waited on.
I said why him and not us we had to get our own? It was funny to mess with people but I never realized how nervous or even scared some beeks are of bees.
I am tellling you we had quite the day yesterday but it was all good in the end.
I drove to the next state over to pick up the nucs(after driving to New York for bees last week) and thats when I found it was self serve, today my hand looks like the hamburger helper hand from that commercial. The back of my hand took several stings at that guy's beeyard and its pretty swollen today.
I am suppose to make 3 dozen cupcakes for my son's school later too. Think its okay if I don't actually stir the batter?
What is it about the hands? Bees love our hands.
Especially my husband's. Actually they love to sting him. I can be standing right next to him and they will go after him every time.
He put a pair of gloves on at the bee yard and there were a few bees inside them....OUCH.
I am lucky he is so good natured because I literally threw him into beekeeping.
I usually put vicks vapor rub on my hands before I work the bees to keep them away from my hands but I did not think I was going to be working bees at this beeyard so I was not prepared.
When we got back from picking up the nucs I had all these bees plastered to the back window that had been escaping from one of the nucs.
I said to my husband could you see if we got pulled over by the police right now?
Officer: Did you see me trying to pull you over?
Us: No officer we couldn't see you through all the bees on the back window.
So I get home and my neighbor runs over to us as we are getting out of the car and tells us about the swarm in his yard.
Now I never told these people that we keep bees but he must have heard it or seen the hives or whatever so when he first told us about the swarm he asked if we thought it was from our yard I didn't know if he was upset or not so I replied "what would make you think they are our bees?"
I realized trying to act nonchalent about it was completely absurd when I saw him staring wide eyed at my back window that is now plastered with bees.
He is like what the heck you guys look at all the bees in your car.
I just blurted out, never mind that I have to run my daughter to a playdate and when I get back I will get that swarm and jumped in my car and drove away.
Later on my husband kept repeating to me that phrase "what makes you think they are our bees" and laughing.
I drove my daughter in the beeless car, I don't want anyone to think I drove her in the bee filled car.
I knew there was at least one other beekeeper in our neighborhood, I found out about him a couple of weeks ago but I didn't know about this other one until he came over as I was collecting the swarm yesterday.
He said he checked his hive and the swarm wasn't his but there are other beeks in the neighborhood.
So its not inconceivable that there would be and probably will be more swarms in the neighborhood, I'll just have to keep my eyes open for them now.
The beekeeper I just found out about came over afterwards and asked alot of questions and kept saying how impressed he was.
He only keeps one hive and has had it a year and in talking to him I realized that he does not really know much about bees at all.
Everything single thing he said about bees is inaccurate.
He asked if he could come over and help inspect my hives so he can learn, he has never heard of a topbar hive or foundationless frames and he thought the word feral meant africanized(he was upset when he found out I had feral stock and was worried that I would contaminate everyone else's bees) so even though I am new at beekeeping I know alot more than he does so I am going to try and help educate him to whatever extent that I am capable of.
He also seemed really afraid of the bees and kept saying there is a bee on you or there is a bee on your hood, that type of stuff.
I had my protective gear on so I kept telling him it didn't matter.
Today my oldest daughter went out to the car to go to work and came in yelling that there were still bees flying around in the car.
I said there is only a few just go to work they won't bother you.
She actually started crying and said out of all the things you guys have done the bee thing is just stupid.
She has never been thrilled about the chicken raising hobby either.
She refused to get in the car and she was late for work so I told my husband to drive the car down the street a little and get the bees out.
I don't know if that actually would work but it made her think it would and she seemed to feel a little better about it.
I knew she was still mad when she left though because I heard her mumbling stuff like why can't you guys just be like normal parents as she went down the walkway.
Now why would I want to be like normal parents? That seems kind of boring.