As I write this I am playing the role of a sadistic psychopath. I am torturing thousands of bees. Causing them to slowly overheat and die. I guess it is appropriate that I live in Victoria, Texas, the site of the death of 19 illegal immigrants who were locked in the back of an 18 wheeler that was abandoned by the driver in 2006.
3Reds and I captured the bees from a local cemetery on April 26. The bees looked like they were doing pretty well in the nuc the first couple of times that we checked on them. Last week we checked on them and it looked like they were producing lots of brood, storing pollen, but not storing much nectar. We checked on them yesterday. The bees got a little aggressive when we checked them, but they weren't stinging. 3Reds and I had a lot of bees following us, and it took finding a dark place to stand for them to finally retreat. I thought they were grumpy because they didn't have much nectar, so we went back out and fed them some one to one syrup.
3Reds and I went back out this morning to add to the sugar water. They came storming out of the nuc as soon as I removed the outer cover. I took off the inner cover and 3Reds started pouring the syrup in. She was worried that the bees were drowning but I was getting swarmed, so I advised her to not worry about the bees, we needed to get out of there. 3Reds said she looked at me and it looked like I was standing in the middle of a big black cloud. I stung through my pants on the knee and then on my hand through my gloves. After I closed the hive back up, I walked to the far corners of the yard with bees still attacking me. I stood between a shed and the neighbor's fence, which when bees usually leave me. But I still had a pretty good swarm thumping me. So, I walked back into the workshop with the lights out. On the way to the workshop I noticed that one bee was inside the veil with me. Fortunately, she seemed more interested in getting out than in stinging me. It was like she had just got caught up in the excitement, realized what she had been doing, and now she wanted to distance herself from the mob.
I pulled 35 stingers out of my gloves. There were a lot of stingers in my pants and quite a few in my bee jacket.
3Reds had one stinger in her glove. That's all. Just one.
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Anyway, ironically I went to a new beekeeper's house after this to talk to him about some grumpy bees he had. I was able to give him a detailed comparison between his bees and mine, and recommended he requeen. I think his hive could still be saved.
Mine could not. We live too close to other people to let these aggressive bees continue on their aggressive way for the 3 to 4 weeks it would take for a new queen (if we could even get them to accept a new queen) to start adding calmer bees into the mix.
So, I've stuffed a plastic bag in the entrance of the nuc, followed by a small towel, and covered with a couple of strips of duct tape.
Our little weather station says it is 92 degrees outside / feels like 97.
I thought about that river that Jen is always talking about. I wonder which is more cruel, drowning or over heating?
Here are a couple of pictures of the bees yesterday. It was when 3Reds pulled out the frame in the second picture that all the aggression began: