Beeman does it too.
There are two irresistible things about this photograph. Allow me to plead my case.
Let’s get this out of the way first. I am like a vampire when it comes to honey. Beeman scraped open a gash of honey when cleaning off a frame and instantly my imagination was on. Because I know what that honey tastes like. And licking it straight off the frame is one of the many beekeeping fantasies I keep on file in my mind. This is the exquisite torture a vampire must feel when tempted by a slow trickle of blood down a warm neck.
Every chapter on beginning beekeeping tells the novice to absolutely wear gloves when working a hive. Rip out those pages. Yes, it hurts to get stung on your hands. But I like it. And I like the way my heart races when bees crawl over my bare skin. And I like the way beeswax gets under my nails and nectar makes my fingers sticky. And you know what? Yes, it’s a little bit risky. But it’s a lot sexy. And my gloves are going to be gathering dust for a while.