No prizes for guessing. I have some concrete slabs to lay in front of my hives – saves getting stung when strimming the grass.
Putting the first down on the ground and WHAM! sting to the ankle – bees pouring out of the hive – this is a cold day in December! What is going on?
No suit, no gloves, no boots, no smoker!
No Future Girls! She’s been a bitch from day one as a nuc from Hazel’s monster hive!
I wish I had had time to take a picture of them out but following and stinging I headed for cover.
Here are the rear guard.
Am seriously not happy with them.
