My dad used to keep bees and occasionally he would bring me a drone to hold. I was young and I loved it. I often stood behind a tree to watch him work the bees. In one stand of bees on a hard-to-get-to spot on a steep hill, dad was working the bees and one spotted me. I was instantly afraid and swatted at it, knocking it into my hair. I ended up stung and squishing the bee against my head to kill it. I smile every time I think of those times; he’s been dead now for several years but I remembered how he enjoyed the bees.
The day I was stung I was about nine-years-old and adored my dad. I am now 59 and he had not worked bees for many years but the bees were a treasured time in all our lives. 😉
My dad used to keep bees and occasionally he would bring me a drone to hold. I was young and I loved it. I often stood behind a tree to watch him work the bees. In one stand of bees on a hard-to-get-to spot on a steep hill, dad was working the bees and one spotted me. I was instantly afraid and swatted at it, knocking it into my hair. I ended up stung and squishing the bee against my head to kill it. I smile every time I think of those times; he’s been dead now for several years but I remembered how he enjoyed the bees.
That’s a sweet story (except for the bee sting!). It’s hard not to flail and swat when a bee is after you. That’s usually how I get stung… 🙂
The day I was stung I was about nine-years-old and adored my dad. I am now 59 and he had not worked bees for many years but the bees were a treasured time in all our lives. 😉
Haha! Too funny. And also informative.
It’s not a man’s world in the hive!! 🙂
I love watching the girls kicking drones out of the hive. Nope, you’re outta here freeloader! 😀
Hahaha!
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LOL so cute:)
Hilarious. I shall send this to the local Ealing beekeepers!