I have a houseful of honey.
I am an apiator. An apiatrix
I have bees.
Okay, no matter how I say it, it just sounds weird.
As I was cleaning out the eaves today, on the hot hot roof in the hot hot sun…the glorious hot hot sun…I checked out the “fake” chimney we have over our bathroom. I say “fake” because it is attached to nothing. At one time, when our house boasted a woodburning stove, this chimney was functional. Now, it just looks pretty. I’d seen some bugs swarming around the chimney earlier this summer, and while I was up there, I took the opportunity to check it out.
Turns out they’re happy bumbly bees! Living in our fake chimney! Which means all I have to do is put a spigot on the chimney over the stove, and we’ll have FREE HONEY FOREVER!!!
It also explains all the dead bees I saw in the snow on our roof last year.
I’m torn between letting them be happy in there, all bee-ey and buzzey, and trying to find someone who’s skilled enough at relocating a hive of bees to do so. Advice?
I mean, they’re not *bothering* anyone. And their hive is in a disused chimney that’s closed off, so it’s not like they’re causing any damage….