Yeah, that’s coming. I’m sure someone is already filming it.
Well I got to tell my bee story, although it wasn’t murdering bees that did the deed.
I once lived on a farm. We had been living in Baltimore but my father all of a sudden decided he wanted to be a farmer. The people who owned the farm prior had three bee hives.
What the hell did we know? We were city minions and knew nothing about bee hives.
But my father got one of those hats you must wear when “robbing” a bee hive. You robbed them by blowing smoke into the hives and all the bees would disperse. (the bees were honeybees, needed to pollinate the crops).
Once you smoked the bees out you then pull out the built in panels and pulled out the honey, still in the wax!
One day my father and brother were robbing the bee hives and an entire colony of bees, for whatever reason, got real mad at my brother. The bee hives were up on a hillside with our farm house at the bottom of the hill.
My brother came running and screaming down the hillside to the house with a huge bee colony following him and hovering over his head.
Now all of us were in the house with an open screen door. It was my stepmother, sister and my youngest brother, who was only like a year old.
When my brother got to that door and we all saw that huge hive of bees following him, with my brother swatting and screaming as the bees stung him over and over, my stepmother commanded that we shut the door, do not let my brother in.
Which was done.
Can you imagine that sight. My poor brother getting the shit stung out of him but what good would it have done to let him in the house? The bees just would have following, INTO THE HOUSE, and we’d all have been stung all to hell.
And don’t forget my baby brother who didn’t know nothing about bees or where to run. Well once inside the house we all wouldn’t know where to run either and had a house full of mad bees.
My father managed to get down the hill with the smoker and he drove the honey bees away and my brother....well he had a lot of stings but he was okay.
For years, even today, some 55 years later we all discuss what we should have done that day. Suppose my father hadn’t got there in time to drive off the angry bees? My stepmother argues that to let brother in to allow the bees to attack us all would not have made sense.
But to watch someone outside your door getting attacked and stung to death?
My brother has hated my stepmother ever since.
Frankly I was glad she didn’t let the bees in the house.