Good money in that golden honey, plus a hive will boost garden production by 40%.
Grandpa was a charmer, never used a suit or nets, just a bit of smoke. Most of the time I'll use the head net, but no suit, unless it's cool / cold, then i don't worry about it.
Grandma was scared to death, she swore his bees would fly 20 miles to sting her. Claimed they were all his little harlots out for revenge.
On occasions here in bama I run hives, (not like when I was in Florida) I just have a few nukes left nothing big maybe a half dozen or so, one big one, or two small ones. I have been interested in the top bar hives lately. Think if i get started again, I'll probably run a half dozen of those. Not near as much work, not as much honey, but garden / wildflower honey isn't that good in comparison to tupelo. Manuka is some fabulous honey, but a bit rich for my price range. The orange blossom when I lived in Florida was always a treat. The clover is ok, but nothing to get excited about.
I'm not really a flower gardener so here in bama my honey has always been less than stella, especially since I've tasted the "good stuff".
Spiced honey is ok, but not the real deal, I've been spoiled, and spoiled bad...
Unfortunately (because I was excited if they were bees), they are only yellow jackets. They're very small. I had a nest last year and they were pretty big into comparison. But I asked the local beekeeper and she assures me they are yellow jackets. One of my customers is actually an insect sprayer for a company so he is coming over here shortly and he is going to spray them for me. I really don't want to kill them but with the children here I can't take any chances.
Yellow jackets, the happy but still crazy cousin to the sister sister Bees.
But still not near as psycho as the dreaded wasp, that bitch is just a mean spirited vicious stinger with wings, flying around looking to inflict pain on some poor unsuspecting soul.
Couple of years back in early fall I wanted to smoke a ham, so out to the smoker I went with the ambitious intentions of a good scrub down. Armed with brush and soap without a shirt I open the lid and quickly realized a thriving colony of the most devious ill-tempered nastiest little creatures on God's green earth. The Wasp...
The assassin's creed propagated by the murderous little monsters has taught them to attack the dark spots, being the most sensitive. (eyes, nose, lips, etc.) As fate would have it, my belly button was the first thing they zeroed in on.
I'm here to tell you child, even though your umbilical cord may have been cut at birth, there are still a lot of nerves connect to it on the inside, that go all over the body...
Never in my entire life of toil and suffering have I ever experience such a debilitating shock of instantaneous pain to the complete body system all at once. It woke up and reconnect any bridges that may have lied dormant for decades and decades. All were alive, well and ready for business, to scream objections in ways the body clearly understands.
Literally knocking me to my knees, pain personified in ways unimaginable to the mere mortals.
The lesson learned in this sad story of waspy woe, turn the gas up and flash fire the smoker before lifting that damn lid... A warm welcoming committee for any that may reside since the last smoke.
Best to get rid of the yellow jackets, they may have been whispering with the wasps.😊
You know, this just seals that deal of;
6 legs,
4 wings,
Big dark eyes,
and a,
Yellow and black butt..🐝
You very well may Bee a Charmer...
Good money in that golden honey, plus a hive will boost garden production by 40%.
Grandpa was a charmer, never used a suit or nets, just a bit of smoke. Most of the time I'll use the head net, but no suit, unless it's cool / cold, then i don't worry about it.
Grandma was scared to death, she swore his bees would fly 20 miles to sting her. Claimed they were all his little harlots out for revenge.
On occasions here in bama I run hives, (not like when I was in Florida) I just have a few nukes left nothing big maybe a half dozen or so, one big one, or two small ones. I have been interested in the top bar hives lately. Think if i get started again, I'll probably run a half dozen of those. Not near as much work, not as much honey, but garden / wildflower honey isn't that good in comparison to tupelo. Manuka is some fabulous honey, but a bit rich for my price range. The orange blossom when I lived in Florida was always a treat. The clover is ok, but nothing to get excited about.
I'm not really a flower gardener so here in bama my honey has always been less than stella, especially since I've tasted the "good stuff". Spiced honey is ok, but not the real deal, I've been spoiled, and spoiled bad...
My Bella Bee.
🐝🌹🌺🐝🌼🌷🐝🌻😍
Unfortunately (because I was excited if they were bees), they are only yellow jackets. They're very small. I had a nest last year and they were pretty big into comparison. But I asked the local beekeeper and she assures me they are yellow jackets. One of my customers is actually an insect sprayer for a company so he is coming over here shortly and he is going to spray them for me. I really don't want to kill them but with the children here I can't take any chances.
So sad, too bad, No honey for you...
Yellow jackets, the happy but still crazy cousin to the sister sister Bees.
But still not near as psycho as the dreaded wasp, that bitch is just a mean spirited vicious stinger with wings, flying around looking to inflict pain on some poor unsuspecting soul.
Couple of years back in early fall I wanted to smoke a ham, so out to the smoker I went with the ambitious intentions of a good scrub down. Armed with brush and soap without a shirt I open the lid and quickly realized a thriving colony of the most devious ill-tempered nastiest little creatures on God's green earth. The Wasp...
The assassin's creed propagated by the murderous little monsters has taught them to attack the dark spots, being the most sensitive. (eyes, nose, lips, etc.) As fate would have it, my belly button was the first thing they zeroed in on.
I'm here to tell you child, even though your umbilical cord may have been cut at birth, there are still a lot of nerves connect to it on the inside, that go all over the body...
Never in my entire life of toil and suffering have I ever experience such a debilitating shock of instantaneous pain to the complete body system all at once. It woke up and reconnect any bridges that may have lied dormant for decades and decades. All were alive, well and ready for business, to scream objections in ways the body clearly understands.
Literally knocking me to my knees, pain personified in ways unimaginable to the mere mortals.
The lesson learned in this sad story of waspy woe, turn the gas up and flash fire the smoker before lifting that damn lid... A warm welcoming committee for any that may reside since the last smoke.
Best to get rid of the yellow jackets, they may have been whispering with the wasps.😊