Because even with all my OH MY GOD THERE'S A HIVE BEETLE IN HERE and other crazy screamings from last week, the bees soldiered on as though I hadn't thrown a fit outside their house and were AOK when I checked on them yesterday.
Handy thing, having an enthusiastic non-bee fearing neighbor who shares a dutch door gate, by the way, because I actually have some photographic evidence of the non-freakish hive check where nothing terrible happened.
|Dutch door gate = way for awesome neighbors to come photo my bees for me. Also, a way for their garden to sneak into mine in the night like teenagers at camp. SEXY.|
Also, at no point was I found shrieking or predicting doom and the end of days for the hive.
But, for the photos:
|I've decided that the bees prefer flip-flops, and so, I oblige.|
|But you can see that darker yellow area on the frame, which is all the comb they've built up since April 7.|
|And that is the Boss Lady herself, laying eggs and being PRESENT rather than being in a tree.|
|And that is the probably 100% unnecessary Beetlejail and my bare hands which are much more adept at checking a hive than, say, stupid too big gloves.|