You may remember our attempts at bee keeping. Apiculture for those in the know.
We are far from in the know. A few You Tube videos and we were thoroughly daunted and reaching for the wine.
Our newly purchased hive was attracting nothing, until we put it in the garage and it became the location of choice. Making getting in the car hazardous.
So… We moved them all out the garage into the common area corner of our complex. As a result of my fear of my dear Alfie pup enraging them into a killing frenzy if they were in the garden.
The entrepid Mandova maintains them somewhat. Making sure water is available and that there are lots of pebbles to sit on so that they don’t drown.
I am learning so much about all the animals you take in and I have to look after Mandova advised me. I’m sure with gratitude for the opportunity.
Just as we did this and beamed at each other proudly as to how they were thriving, some of the gorgeous young mums in the complex invested in and built a playground for the little ones in same common area.
What could go wrong we thought.
Maybe if we tell the mums and kids to stay away from the hive my lovely man suggested.
Have you met a toddler I replied.
So… We have given away our hive and some bee fellow took it and most of the bees away in the dead of night.
Supervised, of course, by our self named Estate Manager, Mandova.
Some anti histamine was required. The less said about that the better.
There’s a woman on YouTube/Facebook who saves, and relocates beehives. In America, of course. She does so sans the traditional PPE befitting a beekeeper. Clearly she’s never come across African bees. I hope the recipient of the stings, and antihistamine is okay.
PPE is for sissies!