Bee Careful

I am in no danger of becoming an expert. In Anything. She is calling me because she wants me to be safe. I want to pick-up to tell her I am safe. However, I am standing on a ladder In a bee suit – which If I knocked on your door wearing this bee suit You would think I was there to clean the Ebola virus out of your carpets. I am wearing leather gloves – giant ones. They look like I should be handling glowing red bars to be smashed on some anvil And my hands are roughly the size of the average 3 grade girl Which makes my ability to do anything but the most blunt work Basically impossible. I have been getting reliable texts from the man who is my mentor when it comes to beekeeping. But the phone is ringing persistently in the pocket of my bee suit from my future wife. Competing with the phone is the sound of the biggest bee swarm I had ever had my face nose deep in. I can say this with confidence Because it was the first bee swarm I ever tried to rescue