The bee hero
Beneath the desire to keep bees there lies an even more secret… even more primal… desire. It’s the archetypal — dare I say, boyhood — desire that leaks out in the fury of a brave dream filled with rescue and danger and buxom lonely maidens.
It’s the dream to become a hero. And in this case, a bee hero.
You’ve seen it in the machismo of a bare-armed swarm rescue. Or the bravado of a bee-wrangler when the cameras are rolling.
I spied it this morning as my husband donned his bee suit on the way to capture yet another bee swarm. In his mind’s eye, he was apparently a massive, bee-eating robot off to save the world as he hummed to himself while suiting up, “Transformers… more than meets the eye. Transformers, robots in disguise.”
Indeed, from mere mortal to giant white bee-snatching robot in the zip of a zipper. Believe me, your children are all now much safer.
mistress beek 
Too funny! It is interesting to think about what drives us to want to keep bees! I’m not sure what makes me an aspiring bee keeper. I hadn’t considered super-powers! Thanks for the giggle.
LOL! I love you post. Yes, a bee-saver is a great hobby/occupation.
You say all that like it’s bad thing, Chantal. 🙂
The swarms have started here and I guess we have to admit to putting on a bit of a show. There were three neighbour girls (under 10) watching and they couldn’t wait for school the next day to share.
Bee ninjas to the rescue. 😉
Indeed the world needs more bee-savers/bee-ninjas/bee-heroes!
Thanks for sharing a moment of self-deprecating humor with me 😉