An adrenalin spike made me a little light headed as the two instructors put on their beekeeping “hazmat” suits in preparation to visit the two bee hives behind us. I looked around for the rest of our hazmat suits but was mildly aghast to find out there were no suits for the rest of us.. This is when I first considered what the most opportune way might be to save face while bolting out of there.
We all know we need to support bees these days, right? If you don’t then google “bees” and spend the next few minutes being inundated by the plethora of doomsday scenarios. Ok, are we’re back, and thoroughly depressed? Good. Rather than expanding on this mountain of propaganda I’m going to write about my small experience at a beekeeping class.
