Friday, April 16, 2010
I'm not afraid of anything.
At least that's what I tell my kids. Really, what is there to be afraid of?
I don't mean startled, like you might be by a spider in a corner. I don't mean startled, like you are when Freddie pops out of the sheets - I mean real fear.
They don't always believe me - so I explain. Fear is about the unknown and there is a difference between having a healthy respect for an animal and actual stark terror.
I respect snakes. I realize that certain venomous snakes can cause damage - and I treat them accordingly. I don't fear them, I don't avoid them - I treat them with due respect and caution due to their individual species. My wife makes fun of me because i am the only person she knows who will "relocate" live cottonmouths by catching them live and moving them. Everyone else just chops them up. Makes me sad.
Bears - not afraid, but i also know better than to get in between a mother and her cubs. Grizzly's - I avoid (actually - I live in the East - but I respect them none the less.)
Spiders - are just spiders, they won't attack.
But I found out that fear can strike suddenly. It was bees. I don't fear bees. I don't run from bees.
But when I installed the hive - I was afraid. It didn't make sense. I knew better, but it hit me all the same.
I got the box from the post office and had a little tingle of thrill as I carried it to my car - bees thrumming inside contently.
We checked them out inside- then took them out to the hive. We soaked the three pounds of bees with sugar water, then opened it up. I worked quickly, getting the queen out and pouring the bees into the hive. I pounded the box to get them out of the little hole and bees were swarming around me.
My breath got short and sweat rolled down my temple. Bees were landing on my clothes, my hat, my hand - they were everywhere. I had to control myself.
I placed the combs back into the hive, letting them settle as the bees moved out of the way. I put the cover back on, all the while feeling something crawling down my neck. the bees buzzed around my head clouding up from the hive. I slid the roof back into place, and pushed it gently forward to block off the extra entrance.
I placed the feeder back in the front access, beex crawling up my gloves and across the net over may face.
Then I slowly stepped away from the hive. I waited for my breathing to slow, to gather myself. the bee crawling on my neck was sweat the soaked into my collar.
It was the most squirrly feeling I'd ever had. Fear.
I love the bees. I go out and watch them multiple times daily.
I only need to get over the fear.