Did They Stay or Did They Go Now?
Sunday and Monday following the installation were filled with hope and anxiety. Did I hurt the queens? Did the working girls get out of whack and do it themselves? Since opening up to check was out of the question – if no damage had been done yet, disturbing the bees again might just accomplish it – we were left with balancing signs and portents. On the left, sad dead sisters. On the right, evidence that SOMEONE was eating, flying, and you-know-whatting on the skylight near Colony #2. And you thought only new parents of *people* went on and on about poop.