strongest one will take over. If necessary, that new queen will then replace the older queen. At which point, she’ll fly away and mate with as many drones as she can before returning to the hive to spend the rest of her life laying eggs.”
“That isn’t much of a life for a queen.”
“Without her, the colony will die. That’s why she’s called the queen.”
“Still, you’d think she’d get to go shopping or attend a wedding every now and then.”
I smiled, recognizing in her humor something akin to my own. “Now, yesterday I mentioned a few of the jobs bees do during their life cycle—clean the hive or feed the larvae or whatever. But the majority of bees in any hive collect pollen and nectar. A lot of people might think that pollen and nectar are the same, but they’re not. Nectar is the sugary juice in the heart of the flowers. Pollen, on the other hand, are tiny grains that collect on the anthers. Want to guess which one leads to the making of honey?”
She pursed her lips. “Nectar?”
“Exactly,” I said. “A bee will fill its nectar sacs, fly back to the hive, and turn the nectar into honey. A bee also has glands that turn some of the sugar in the honey into beeswax. And little by little, honey is created and stored.”
“How is nectar turned into honey?”
“It’s kind of gross.”
“Just tell me.”
“When a bee gets back to the hive with its load of nectar, it passes the nectar mouth-to-mouth to a different bee, who then does the same to another bee, over and over, gradually lowering the moisture content. When it gets concentrated enough, it’s called honey.”
She made a face. For a second, I could picture her as a teenager. “That is kind of gross.”
“You asked.”
“What happens with bees who bring in pollen?”
“Pollen is mixed with nectar to make bee bread. That’s what they feed the larvae.”
“And the royal jelly?”
“I don’t know how that’s made,” I admitted. “I used to know, but I’ve forgotten.”
“At least you’re honest.”
“Always,” I said. “But that brings us to another important point. Because the bees need to eat the honey to survive the winter, an apiarist has to be careful not to take too much when they harvest.”
“How much is that?”
“My grandfather would only harvest about sixty percent of the honey in any given hive, some in June and the remainder in August. Some of the larger producers will take a higher percentage, but it’s generally not a good idea.”
“Is that what happened to the bees?”
“What do you mean?”
“I read some articles saying that bees were dying out. And that if they did, humanity wouldn’t survive.”
“The latter part is true. Without bees spreading pollen from one plant to another, many crops simply can’t survive. As to the first part, the decline in the bee population probably has less to do with overharvesting than the overuse of chemicals to clear the hive. My grandfather never used chemicals because, really, you don’t need them. I’ll show you when we get out there, but I think that’s it for now.” I set my glass aside. “Unless there’s something else you’d like to know?”
“Yeah, about the guard bees. Why do they buzz around your face?”
“Because it works,” I said with a laugh. “People don’t like it, so they retreat. Keep in mind that in the wild, bears will ravage beehives. The only way a tiny bee can protect the hive from a giant bear is to sting it in the eyes, the nose, or the mouth.”
She hesitated. “Okay. But I still don’t like them.”
“That’s why we’ll be wearing suits. You ready?”
Natalie stood from her seat and led the way inside before stopping in the kitchen to deposit her glass. Meanwhile, I pulled two spoons from the kitchen drawer, wrapped them in a paper towel, and put them in my pocket. Retracing our steps to the front porch, I handed the smaller suit to her. “Slip this on over your clothes,” I said. I pulled off my shoes, then put on a suit; Natalie did the same, and I made sure everything was zipped properly. After we put our shoes back on, I handed her the mesh hood—it was connected to a hat with a round brim—and the gloves, then used the lighter to get the smoker going.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a smoker. It calms the bees.”
“How?”
“The bees interpret smoke as part of a forest fire and they’ll begin feeding on the honey in case they have to move the