I went out into the back yard the other day to check the bees,
they had been hanging out all over the front porch.
Warm day, barefoot through the grass.....ouch, stung.
Not as bad as when Adrians head swelled up, or the time I had to rush him to hospital,
but this beekeeping gig does have its less pleasant moments....
The first thing they tell you is: You will get stung.