Bad tan, bad! Dropping off the face of the earth, and everything. Oh well.
Today is the forty-fifth day of the Omer, which is six weeks and three days into the Omer. Four more days until Cheesecake Holiday! \o/ You should all eat cheesecake, and thereby be religious.
What am I up to? A few things.
First is that our grill caught fire. I am aware that grills are supposed to have fire, but not on the outside, a foot tall
. This happened several months ago, but it was as winter-ish as SoCal gets, so it did not bother us much. But it was Memorial Day weekend, so on Sunday Panda and JJ and I went shopping, and acquired a grill on sale. Then on Monday, JJ and I put it together, with some shouting, but mostly the instructions were pretty good. And then we made hot dogs and corn on the cob and kebabs. Now, I know what you're thinking: tan, you are thinking, are hamburgers not more traditional? And the answer is yes
, but we had no hamburger buns, so we decided to make them hot-dog shaped. And since they were going to approximately the right shape anyway, and we had kebab mix . . .
That was Monday. On Tuesday I did exactly nothing
.( Tits Under Here )
Today, I did a hive cutout. This is what one does when the bees are living in an established hive in a wall
, or something like that. These are the most aggressive bees, because they have a home and young to protect. It involves first removing a section of wall, and then using a knife to cut the comb so it fits in the frames of a standard hive, and then closing the wall back up.
This one was in a kind of pillar-like column, but the structural pillar was tiny and the feature was bigger, so there was a space between the two that had not been properly filled and sealed. As a result, the bees found a way in and built up inside there. The owner said that they'd been there for six weeks, but from the amount of hive in that hive, it was more like 18 months to a year.
These were amazingly, ridiculously docile bees, for having their home invaded. They were pretty much totally calm while we ripped open the wall of their house
, stole their babies (and killed some of them :<), and dropped their honey everywhere. They really only got aggressive when we started to literally scoop them into a cup and dump them in the new hive.
Which is not to say they were not stinging. I was wearing leather-palmed gloves, and doing most of the comb cutting, and they kept stinging the leather. This didn't hurt me, of course, and I was all, "D: Don't do that, you're going to . . . die. Damn." This is because bees have a little venom sac attached to the stinger, which is pulled out of the bee when the stinger sticks in something and continues to pump venom into the sting. Having a bit of their insides pulled outside is . . . not good for them. But after a while, I had bees climbing all over the gloves, not to sting, but to lick up the honey I'd spilled. Such cute little probosci!
Then I went to go scoop some bees, and one stung me on the back of my gloves, which is ventilated elastic cloth. The sting, or course, went right through. I'm proud to say my reaction was not
to drop the cup off bees I was holding, which would have pissed them off more, but finish with that, and then announce I'd been stung and excuse myself to remove the stinger/venom sac. It is important, when stung, not
to grab the stinger and pull it out, since that just injects everything in one go. Instead, get something (like a credit card) under the venom sac, and then in one smooth motion flick it up and away. The glove was useful with that, since there was already the cloth there that I could just pick up to remove the stinger. Then I went and put baking soda on it, which is supposed to relieve pain, although really it stopped hurting after a few minutes anyway. Next time, I think instead I will go suck on the puncture, to get some of the venom out. Anyway, all told, I'd have to say that it's really not as bad as you may have been led to believe; it hurts about as much as getting a shot, and like getting a shot, after the initial stabby pain it becomes more of a bruised-achy feeling.
Anyway, after I came back Danny and the other beekeeper who showed up, Eric, were still trying to get at the bees behind the structural support. Eventually we had to remove the other side, which was completely rotten and explained how the bees had gotten in. After we got maybe 90% of the bees, we closed up the hive and put it nearby. We didn't see a marked change in where the bees were going, but Danny said that when he went back later to get it, they'd all gone to the hive. So we got the queen, and because there are baby bees to care for they are less likely to just randomly leave.
And now I have been stung, and am thus officially a beekeeper XD