First of all, I can’t believe that she had driven almost an hour to get to my house from Imperial Beach (where the hive had been residing) with two hives in her back seat -- but with a leak too! This woman is made of steel...my admiration for her as a badass beekeeper has skyrocketed.
Hilary gets a bottle of oil from her car to put in the bowl-like footers of the hive to keep ants away from the honey and we discuss how to get an accessible water source for the bees so that they don’t feel compelled to raid our neighbors’ pools. Suddenly I hear a very angry buzzing near my ear and Hilary says “You’ve got a bee in your hair -- come here and let me find it so it doesn’t sting you.”
Now granted, one of the questions Hilary asks before she places a hive is ”How do you feel about bee stings” and I answered “I have no problem with them.” But the last time I had been stung was in high school, on my foot, when I had stepped on one. I have never had an angry bee trapped in my hair before. So although I am desperately wanting to jump around and/or start running, I don’t. Because I want to be a badass beekeeper/host like Hilary. It takes great self-control for me to stand there and let her look for the bee in my hair as I hear it getting angrier and angrier.
Then comes the sting. The little critter had fallen into my shirt and landed at the top of my chest and so that’s where she stung. And THAT’S when I started dancing around a little trying to flick her off. I am not a badass like Hilary. I am a bee wimp. There was no stinger so it didn’t hurt too badly, but I went inside to take a look, try to regain my composure, and put a saliva/baking soda mix on the sting, at Hilary’s suggestion.
However, once inside, I could still hear the bee! So NOW I started freaking out. I ran through the house thinking it was following me, I flipped my hair around, I twirled around and ran through the house some more -- but the buzzing was still there. Hoping desperately that 1) I could get away from the bee and 2) that badass beekeeper Hilary wouldn’t see me through the window, I continued to twirl, and run and flip my hair. But the angry buzzing followed me everywhere.
Finally, Mark came in, saw me running around, made me stop, found the bee hanging onto my pants, and put it out of its (and my) misery. And at that moment, Hilary came in with a big jar of honey.
So my initiation was complete -- 1 bee sting and 1 jar of honey. I am officially a member of the bee hosting community, albeit a wimpy one. But a happy one!! Just think of the beautiful lavender influenced honey we will get in a year or so!