The Bee Keeper was an interesting Hippie like man… or is he a Granola (moddern term for “hippie”)? Anyway, he came in and ran his fingers (no gloves!) through the bees looking for the Queen Bee. He found her and got his bucked out and a brush and swiped them off the branch in big chunks. (They were really thick in some places!). I asked him if he got stung, and he said “oh maybe about 5 or 6 times…” The remaining bees are still flying around the tree so we may need to spray them. They aren’t really happy about being left behind.
It was actually a really fun learning experience, and I am glad they will be making honey somewhere in the country. The kids and I ate some peanut butter and honey sandwiches for lunch… I was craving some honey after this experience.