peteinwilts
Drone Bee
- Joined
- May 12, 2009
- Messages
- 1,763
- Reaction score
- 34
- Location
- North Wilts
- Hive Type
- National
- Number of Hives
- Lots and lots
I was called to remove some bees from a compost bin.
It was obvious they were bumbles rather than honeybees, but they were convinced they were honeybees. the compost bin was next to an alleyway leading to a school and were a becoming a nuisance.
The lady was really nice. she was a Primary school teacher to the school and had her face glued to the window whilst I was doing the deed.
The guy arrived as I was starting, started asking questions...
Why are you here? (duh!.. I was already in the bee suit when I arrived)
Who called you (duh! again!... your wife!)
Is that your car on the driveway? ( :-/ )
Have you come far? (only 15 miles (15 minutes in country miles))
Why are you not killing them? (I don't kill bees... possibly illegal depending on the type)
Why are you moving them? (because I don't want to kill them)
Can't you just leave them? (yes... your wife asked if I can move them)
How much is this going to cost? (I knew he was beating around the bush... it is not... I am doing it for the bees)
Why would you do it for them? (because many are endangered)
What is it going to cost? (nothing!)
What are you getting out of it? (I like bees!)
How much are you getting for them? (nothing... I will be letting them go at our farm)
What money are you making from them (I am not making anything from them)
Why are you doing it? (for the bees)
there must be something you are making from them (your wife made me a coffee... that's all)
This went on for a while. The guy just could not comprehend that I was doing something selfless other than the satisfaction that I was doing some 'good', and not making a profit. He got to the point where he thought I was casing the house to burgle him.
It was obvious they were bumbles rather than honeybees, but they were convinced they were honeybees. the compost bin was next to an alleyway leading to a school and were a becoming a nuisance.
The lady was really nice. she was a Primary school teacher to the school and had her face glued to the window whilst I was doing the deed.
The guy arrived as I was starting, started asking questions...
Why are you here? (duh!.. I was already in the bee suit when I arrived)
Who called you (duh! again!... your wife!)
Is that your car on the driveway? ( :-/ )
Have you come far? (only 15 miles (15 minutes in country miles))
Why are you not killing them? (I don't kill bees... possibly illegal depending on the type)
Why are you moving them? (because I don't want to kill them)
Can't you just leave them? (yes... your wife asked if I can move them)
How much is this going to cost? (I knew he was beating around the bush... it is not... I am doing it for the bees)
Why would you do it for them? (because many are endangered)
What is it going to cost? (nothing!)
What are you getting out of it? (I like bees!)
How much are you getting for them? (nothing... I will be letting them go at our farm)
What money are you making from them (I am not making anything from them)
Why are you doing it? (for the bees)
there must be something you are making from them (your wife made me a coffee... that's all)
This went on for a while. The guy just could not comprehend that I was doing something selfless other than the satisfaction that I was doing some 'good', and not making a profit. He got to the point where he thought I was casing the house to burgle him.