I’m sure you’ve heard all kinds of horror stories about beekeepers and their neighbors–usually threats, warnings, or fears of some type. Well, here’s one I can’t get my mind around. It was relayed to me last summer, soon after our new neighbors began tending their garden:
Wife to husband, as she pauses with trowel in hand: “Wow, there are so many bees around here! I’ve never seen so many bees. They’re all over the flowers. Do you think they will sting the kids?”
Husband to wife: “Don’t worry, hon. They’re the neighbors’ bees.”
Wife to husband: “Oh, I didn’t know that. Okay, then.” And she goes back to work, ignoring the bees. End of conversation.
Seriously, I don’t get it. Because they belong to us they aren’t threatening? They don’t sting? They’re kid friendly? Do they think I’ve given them instructions? “Mind your manners over there or no t.v. tonight!”
Does ownership make bees nice? Domesticated instead of wild? Civilized and orderly? Respectful of private property? Educated, perhaps?
Or are they still mean, threatening, and sting happy, but because they belong next door you take it in stride? Like neighborhood dogs, you accept them as a fact of life?
Yes, I am grateful, but if anyone can explain it to me, you have my rapt attention. The more I think about it, the curiouser it gets.