A little history about my
honey bee past
Many moons ago at a previous employment, I had been on the job a very short time when I was dispatched to a high traffic location for a swarm of bees. My first thought was…what am I supposed to do with a swarm of bees, put them in my cat carrier??? I soon realized that none of us from the town knew what the heck to do in such a situation so I did some quick on the fly research from my vehicle. I was somehow able to reach a beekeeper who was so nice and helpful but I could tell he was a bit flustered with my alarming tone (kind of like me when someone calls in a panic to report a racoon sleeping in a tree!). Basically, he instructed me to leave the swarm alone, rope it off and they will be on their way within 12-24 hours. I advised the police and public works departments in this town and this task was completed. I spent the evening soaking in all the knowledge I could regarding honey bees and was excited to wake up early to go check on and admire the cluster of pollinators down in the square. Unfortunately, this situation does not have a happy ending.
My morning excitement quickly turned to dread when I arrived to a sidewalk full of dead and dying honey bees. They were being sprayed by a potent insecticide. Myself and the audience of breakfast goers at the adjacent diner were frozen in our steps and bites. Eventually the crowd started yelling to stop but it didn’t stop. I got close but was told to move away as the bees were "dangerous." Although at that time the plight of the honey bee was known to some, it was not known to most. The distinction between the honey bee and those similar looking yet harmful species was not made at this moment in time. I believe that all these years later there is definitely more awareness about honey bees but still not enough.