I will never be a beekeeper. This is the third time I have attempted to keep bees, and the third time they have died out.
We noticed the box didn’t have any activity, and there appeared to be some dead bees at the front.
Oh. That can’t be good.
Let’s open the top and look inside.
No buzzing. And no one is alive.
Let’s look closer at that comb.
It’s like they just stuck their heads into the comb and died like ostriches.
It rather reminds me of The Philadelphia Experiment.
Let’s go deeper into the box.
That’s the bottom we’re looking at. A big mass of dead bees.
It’s bee Jonestown.
Sadly, at least one worker saw this coming.
Well, I think that’s it for me and bees.
If I get them again, it will just be as a host for someone else’s boxes. The amount of input to the negative return and costs just never makes sense.
This winter, even the bees living in the wall of our outbuilding died on us. No one is home anymore. It was a weird winter, with extreme temperature swings – yet really, bees are just a pain in the neck.
Gardening is obviously my calling. If I want something sweet, I’ll just have to stick to sugarcane.