Outlander
Field Bee
- Joined
- Feb 21, 2012
- Messages
- 951
- Reaction score
- 2
- Location
- Norwich Norfolk
- Hive Type
- 14x12
- Number of Hives
- 12 14x12 hives. 2 standard nationals and 8 14x12 nucs.
I found a hole today. I was inspecting the two hives that I have at home and everything was going well. I remembered a thread that said try not to use to much smoke if looking for the queen. I decided to take this advice though smoker was lit and close by. I decided to take this advice as last week when I inspected this new colony (prime swarm) I could not find HM amongst the large population. As I said everything WAS going well until I decided not to smoke them. I receive a sting to the thumb and then promptly set upon by a load of bullying bees. At this point I decided to withdraw for a short time, so off I go leaving Village Girl amongst the onslaught of bees.
Heading up the garden path and followers dwindling with every step I take I then feel a funny tickling sensation just above my right knee cap, and slowly working its way up and round in-between my legs. Thoughts rushing through my mind at this point of what do I do now? I could trap it some how between the material, no I’ll get stung. I’ll crush it no again I’ll get stung. It was now getting critically close so in front of God and everyone including Village Girl still manipulating at the hive and my wife who was safely looking on from in the house I decided to drop them knowing I was just about to receive the worst sting ever. It was now so very close to my manhood down they come. As they fall to around my ankles I stand there waiting for the inevitable then from below came this bee the most beautiful bee that I had ever seen with its sting still attached and there it was a hole staring up at me from the crotch of my trousers that hung around my ankles.
Heading up the garden path and followers dwindling with every step I take I then feel a funny tickling sensation just above my right knee cap, and slowly working its way up and round in-between my legs. Thoughts rushing through my mind at this point of what do I do now? I could trap it some how between the material, no I’ll get stung. I’ll crush it no again I’ll get stung. It was now getting critically close so in front of God and everyone including Village Girl still manipulating at the hive and my wife who was safely looking on from in the house I decided to drop them knowing I was just about to receive the worst sting ever. It was now so very close to my manhood down they come. As they fall to around my ankles I stand there waiting for the inevitable then from below came this bee the most beautiful bee that I had ever seen with its sting still attached and there it was a hole staring up at me from the crotch of my trousers that hung around my ankles.
