you mow around the dandelions in your lawn
when you get stung, you blame yourself and hold a quick memorial service for the bee
driving with a bee in the car does not distract you
no trip to the grocery store is complete without a twenty five pound bag of sugar
you let out a whoop when the weatherman announces a high pollen day in the forecast
you keep a bag of clover seeds in the car and toss handfuls out of the window into vacant median strips
you deliberately misspell words like beeautiful and beehave, and end a conversation with bee careful
both the 911 Center and the post office have you on speed dial
you have to explain in detail when people hear that you made splits, that your Russian girls are hot, and that you have a nuc in your backyard
you not only know what propolis and the waggle dance are, but you are quick to demonstrate the latter at every opportunity
your neighbors call to ask you to remove a yellow jackets’ nest, and are appalled when you say that you do not intend to capture and re-hive them
you ask your spouse if he/she will change the date of your wedding anniversary because it occurs at honey harvest time
you know more about the origin of your queens than you do about the origins of your spouse
your first pound of honey cost $800.
Adapted from an on-line posting, author unknown.
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