I’ve only had the bees for 24hrs, and I’m already getting sloppy. Thankfully this is with my clothing, and not with the bees themselves.
I went to check on the bees a few minutes ago, and donned my shoes (no socks or rubber bands around my ankles), and pulled over a jacket and veil. Once at the hive, I quickly inspected the feeding jar and returned to the garage where I pulled off my jacket and veil, and went into the house.
As I sat at my laptop, checking for email, I heard a fly buzzing around. A rather loud, persistent fly. While I couldn’t see it as a looked around, this was a really loud fly, and was surprised I couldn’t see it – it had to be huge.
And then it struck me. I had a bee in my pants.
You never know how fast you can get naked until you have a bee in your pants. With unprecedented athlete grace, I pulled off my shirt and pants simultaneously and flung them out the back door, all the time hearing the buzzing getting louder. She was pissed, and I couldn’t blame her. She was trapped in a blue-jean prison, and wanted to make a break for it.
As I stood in my living room, looking a my crumpled pants on the deck, I just had to laugh. My 24hrs as a beekeeper, and I had already let a bee into my pants. I had escaped what would have been a nasty bee sting, but it taught me a lesson.
The few seconds you save by not securing your pants are not worth standing naked in your living room.