I am a bee suit kind of gal. In fact, I’m on my second one. My first one is falling apart.
Here is my new one:
Originally, I eschewed bee suits. I mean, honestly, is it possible to look geekier than when wearing a bee suit? I think not.
Then I was stung five or six times on my ankle through a pair of thin black socks. My ankle was swollen twice its size and was painful and itchy for weeks. I’m not even allergic!
Of course, I was doing something stupid at the time. Trying to lift a full deep (100 pounds) by myself early in the morning when the bees were still home. And it was a nasty-tempered colony of Buckfast hybrids.
It’s true that a bee suit wouldn’t have prevented those particular stings. I needed a pair of wellies too.
The problem was that after being stung, I was nervous around the hive. Really, really nervous.
That’s where the bee suit comes in. It makes me calm.
I wear my bee suit over my clothes with wellies and leather gloves. The result is I’m as cool as a cucumber. I’m happy and my bees are too.
Bees are incredibly sensitive little critters. They can smell fear and feel your hands shaking. They like things that smell good and are gentle. That’s me in a bee suit.
It’s worth tolerating the guffawing of my neighbors. Besides, they stop laughing when I threaten to cut off their honey supply.