BEES!

My square supervisor is an interesting old man. He’s crochety and strange and keeps telling me to toss things into the sift pile. It has me worried. I’ve been taught to hoard every scrap of artifact that comes across me, so I’ve just been doing what I normally do in situations like this: I’ve done it my way when he wasn’t looking.

Meanwhile, there is a bee-keeping operation just down the side of the Tell from us. Today, they were disturbed from their hive. Today, they were angry. Today, they sought vengeance.

One team member was stung seven times. There was screaming and running and smacking of hats on shirts and scarves suddenly drawn up to cover necks and faces. One team member ended up in the hospital after getting stung.

I came away unscathed, upholding a 22-year record of never having been stung by a bee. I don’t know what it feels like and I don’t want to know, especially after what I saw on the site today.

Russ was the big surprise laugh of the day, though. Amidst the frenzy of the bee onslaught, we turn around to see him putting on a bee-keeper’s hat. On the list of things I thought to bring with me, I never wrote down, “bee protection.” It never occurred to me. I can’t imagine what else he’s packed with him, but kudos, Russ, kudos.