Ever since we bought our home, I’ve wanted to have chickens and bees along with a small garden. I sort of fancy myself a backyard farmer. A little more than two years ago, a co-worker friend offered me some of her beekeeping equipment as she was downsizing and I had expressed interest in learning. There are a lot of bees in the area around our house, so she also placed some queen pheromones on one of the frames with some leftover comb in an attempt to attract a swarm passing through. Shortly thereafter, I broke my legs (yes, legs, plural) in a skydiving learning-gone-wrong. I wasn’t able to check on the bee results until several months later, and what I found was just a few dead bees and multiple black widows in the hive body. Hmmm, back to the drawing board.
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