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Thu Apr 23 14:15:40 EDT 2009
Aimee Smith wrote:
>> My mother was used to him returning in this state, but was surprised
>> when he held out his arm and said, "Lick this!" The tree was full of
> Hee hee! Your parents are great.
>> Kind of like a fog composed of yellow-brown particles,
>> which buzz. It was a bit dream-like. I'm sure I would experience it
>> differently today, but I still recall the joy I had of being there, in
>> the right place, at the right time.
> Thanks for the description - I was going to ask for it!
> I'm writing a story called Honey Mage. Well, that's its working title.
> It's a long way off finishing but I'm glad one can experience standing
> in the middle of a swarm!
> Were you wearing protective gear?
> And thanks to everyone for the bee stories - it'll be good to know what
> else is out there like my story!
No, I wasn't wearing any gear. Honeybees are pretty laid back, and you
have to actually be robbing the hive or otherwise a threat to them
before they are likely to sting or attack. When they swarm (to form a
new colony/hive) they load up on honey, and this makes for mellow bees.
More description: Uh, A little like static on the TV screen when the
station has gone off the air. A little like a tornado, except less
whirling and more random trajectories. Uh, a bit like too much coffee,
and everything is dizzy and jittery. Except, not in an unpleasant way.
Being in the center of an event.
It starts with a few bees. They start exiting the hive. At first, only
a few. Then more. They seem to be hunting, searching, but not
systematically. The cloud is small. A beach ball. Then, a shrubbery.
Then an elephant. Then, the size of a large room. Eventually, a
consensus is reached. They agree to alight on an object. A sapling, or
tree limb. Some beekeepers you may have seen, with "bee beards". They
may stay nearby if they find a sheltering place, or the may take off in
search of some new territory. And then, the swarm dwindles, and
Feelings: Pregnacy (expectation), apprehension, wonder, joy, slight
fear (of being the "tree limb" they choose to alight on).
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