Dead Outs Get a Big Thumbs Down

I am a sticky mess and, oh so, exhausted.  Dealing with dead outs is the worst.  Honey extraction, at the best of times, is a sticky endeavour but extracting honey from a dead hive injects a whole new level of mess thanks to the hundreds and hundreds of mushy, decomposing, often liquefying, sometimes mouldy, bee carcasses still stuffed in between the frames.  It is gross.  

And to make matters worse, you would think that, at least, I would be safe from stings given that all of the bees I encountered today were dead!  But no, one bee still managed to sting me from beyond the grave.  Sigh.  On the bright side, my floor has never been cleaner (after having never been dirtier...but we'll try to forget that part).

This kind of mess in one's front hallway is enough to give even the best of us heart palpitations.

Liam's job was to brush all the dead bees off the frames (onto the floor 😱).

We will leave bottling the honey until tomorrow.