beekeeper no more
This is where you and I part ways.
You are totally fascinating and our relationship has challenged me mentally, physically, and emotionally. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for that, but now you’ve gone hopelessly queenless and likely won’t last the winter.**
I’d love to be able to say that I did my best, that I did everything I could, but maybe I didn’t. I was naive, and I think I’ll always feel that I failed you.
You know what stings most? The stings.
ps. I took as much honey as I could carry.
** In a last-ditch, long-shot effort to save the colony, I introduced a new queen, but I was too late and the bees rejected her. Without the queen’s pheromones to repress the worker bees’ ovaries, they’ll start laying eggs. These eggs are unfertilized and will only develop into drones, and as we know - drones can’t take care of themselves. They’ll eventually starve to death. Farming* is a bitch, amIright?