It's a tough day. All of us are waiting as fast as we can to go get our bees. Facebook has been a flurry of activity, not unlike a bee hive. Messages are flying back and forth. Plans are tweeked. Lists are being made and remade and schedules are being rearranged.
I think my day is a little tougher than Kris and Bill's because I can't have a banana. I, like my dad before me, eat a banana every day. I either peel and eat one or blend it into my morning green juice. Today, however, I am bananaless. I could have a banana if I wanted and I could entice a bee sting if I wanted to but I don't. That's what eating a banana could do.
It turns out that when a bee stings, she releases an odor called an
alarm pheromone to alert others to the danger. This alarm pheromone smells like bananas and attracts other bees to come to the
defense of the hive. This is why eating a banana and waltzing into a bee yard is a bad idea.
Today, I stopped at the grocery store. I grabbed a plastic bag, slipped my hand inside it, grabbed a bunch of bananas and turned the bag inside out around them. When I turned around a lady was staring at me. "Bees" was all I said. I think she bought apples.
Peace,
Karen
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