The Missing Honeybees

Daring Do
Tell us about the time you rescued someone else (person or animal) from a dangerous situation. What happened? How did you prevail?

When my (late) husband R was posted to Bannu, the Flagstaff house we got was old, and had been built in 1870. There were formal gardens with huge, ancient trees.

Some of these trees were home to wild honeybees. The wild ones are bigger in size than the ones which the beekeepers keep. Their honey is darker in shade, but tastes as good. So we got our own home supply of honey.

As usual, my husband was stationed at a border post, and came home for a short while now, and then. During one of his forays at home, he was invited to a dinner. There he met the host’s fifteen years old twin sons.

They were keeping honeybees as a hobby. They had paid a huge amount for a new variety. The honeybees got frightened somehow, and had vanished leaving the boys very sad.

Hearing their tale of woe, R invited them to our home, to come, and look at a new colony of honeybees, which had migrated to our place a week earlier. The boys came the next day. They were ecstatic when they found their lost pets.

They took their honeybees home, with thanks to R, who was sharp enough to notice them (in the first place), in the trees.

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