Check out the shadows of this bee's hairy legs and vein-y wings!
This past week, I've been hanging around beekeepers. I needed to know if working with thousands of bees was something I could be comfortable with, or if it would really freak me out. I took my intern out on a field trip to Hayward, where we met up with a member of the Alameda County Beekeepers' Association. He was doing some hive maintenance, for an eighty-something master gardener. As you may imagine, I was in heaven.
You are also invited to imagine how chic (or not) I look in a man's extra-large beekeeper's suit.
On Sunday, Robb and I went over to Taylor's house in Alameda, to gawk at her hive. I wanted Robb to experience honey bees' mellow-ness. You can crack open their homes, and re-arrange their walls and furniture and they hardly seem to care.
Robb and I did not wear bee suits or veils, and nobody got stung. Several bees bonked into my hair, and into the sunglasses Robb had pushed back onto the top of his head. (In fact, the glasses had a fair amount of pollen on them when we left Taylor's place.) Of course, Taylor did all the work. We were just hive tourists.
We're reading up on beekeeping, visiting hives, and pondering our options. Maybe we'll have bees next spring!