It's obvious, I know....bees sting.
It is a warm day, and I am super excited to hive our new colonies. No bee suit for me 'cause today I get to be the honeybee paparazza.
I'm getting downright personal with these little creatures, and a bee gets lost in my hair. I'm fully aware and ignoring my beekeeper's intuition to not panic. I can only focus on the buzzing in my ear...like when your 5 children say "Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom," and you hide in the bathroom. And somehow one of them sneaks in the bathroom with you and they're still saying "Mom, Mom, Mom," right? Anyone? Come on people, work with me! Anyway, I start shaking my head like a rockstar, but the buzzing is loud and clear and I start to run...I run, and run, and run. I'm screaming now, I throw my camera in the field, and while shaking my hair violently, I fall on the ground. About 15 feet away from me is a 7-year-old little girl shouting "You have to calm down!" To no avail this poor little honeybee sacrificed her life, and as I walked back to the house with my hair tangled, grass stains on my knees, I'm wondering how long it will take for the neighbors to post this on YouTube.