At least that's what she told me. "I've lived here ten years and had bees all that time."
Not that I doubt her, of course.
I knew the story as soon as I opened her up. Cocoons everywhere from the moths and once the comb was out I could see the imprint of at least three different sets of combs. The all to common tale of two to three and collapse followed by swarm and repeat. :(
At least they now have a chance.