You see, my Dad was a bee keeper for a number of years - needless to say, during that period I did not spend much time in the backyard. Anyway, one day while walking home from school with a friend (I was either in Jr. High or High School) - I noticed some honey bees gathering pollen from flowers in our neighborhood.
"Look! Those are my Dad's honey bees!"
"How do you know they are yours?"
"See those black stripes? We paint them on the bees right after they are born - so we can identify which bees belong to us."
"Really? That's cool. How do you do that?"
"We use a really small paint brush."
Yeah, she actually believed me! Still makes me laugh to this day. And no, I will not reveal the identity of my friend, nor what color her hair was!
Oh, I think some of your Dad's honey bees are in our yard during the summer. If you would be so kind, I'll just call when I see them and you can come pick them up. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteYour Dad's honey bees come to our house too!
ReplyDeleteThat reminds me of the time I told my cousin about a relative being insane when a picture was taken. Ah, good times.