After reading Tim the beekeeper's interview this week, everyone wanted to know: what is the story of buying mailorder bees? Here's what Tim told me...
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Bees came into my life via a 4 A.M. call from the local post office on a school night.
"Mr. ONeal?"
"Huh?"
"Mr. ONeal, we have several, uh, boxes of, erm... bees here."
"Bees? OH! They came already? That's exciting!"
"Uh... yes sir, it sure is. Since you're up, do you think that you could come and pick them up? The bees... the bees are attracting other bees."
"I'll be there as soon as I can."
Our phone was loud, so my parents were already awake. We rushed to put on clothes, jumped in our shitty Dodge Caravan and booked it to the Post Office.
I had never even been into the back of the Post Office, and any other time I would have been terribly curious about the sorting machinery and other mechanical contraptions hiding in the dark and murky depths of the sorting room, but I... I was on a mission. Bees.
They really were attracting more bees! On the outside of each crate a 5 or 10 bees were crawling, communing with their trapped brethren, but a quick brush of our hand dislodged them and sent them flying, to the dismay of the locals. We picked up our bees and walked out of the Post Office like saviours, the postal workers all breathing sighs of relief.
I called in sick to school and got to work.
-Tim O'Neal