Because YAY I finally uploaded some photos of the girls actually at work rather than milling around my yard unproductively harassing the dog and terrorizing poor Bubba.
Thank god the new Boss Lady is so bossy. In two week's time, she has kicked some major ass.
|A few gals hauling pollen. GET TO WORK.|
|A whole team that was clearly told - GET OUT THERE AND FAN THE HIVE DAMN IT. And so, they are.|
Which was happening often.
I mean, poor gals were getting trampled, like, one hundred times a minute as they stood out there, butts to the wind, just fanning to their heart's content meanwhile getting smushed every five seconds by some pollen-laden sister girl who couldn't gauge the landing properly.
It was like watching prop planes landing on the beach in Costa Rica - not graceful.
|Hey! Watch the fuck out! I'm trying to get in there, too, you know!|
So, because I'm all nice like that, I decided they were grown up enough for the Big Girl entrance and opened it up a little bit meanwhile hoping I didn't re-ignite the apocalypse in my yard.
Which, thankfully, I did not.
They've behaved well and have taken full advantage of the newly widened entrance much like commuters would if given another lane during rush hour. Except you won't catch these ladies flipping the bird or laying on the horn if another bee cuts them off. No, they'll just collide and roll and pick themselves up again because THEY MUST GET TO WORK IF IT KILLS THEM.
|It took them nearly half a day to realize that there was more space to get in, but once they did - WHOA - they were on it.|
And sometimes it does. But let's not go into that now. Instead, let's enjoy this moment of bee peace and harmony in between the terrifying scenes that unfold in my yard. Hooray.