I am in no danger of becoming an expert.
She is calling me because she wants me to be safe.
I want to pick-up to tell her I am safe.
However, I am standing on a ladder
In a bee suit –
If I knocked on your door wearing this bee suit
You would think I was there to clean the Ebola virus out of your carpets.
I am wearing leather gloves – giant ones.
They look like I should be handling glowing red bars to be smashed on some anvil
And my hands are roughly the size of the average 3 grade girl
Which makes my ability to do anything but the most blunt work
I have been getting reliable texts from the man who is my mentor when it comes to beekeeping.
But the phone is ringing persistently in the pocket of my bee suit from my future wife.
Competing with the phone is the sound of the biggest bee swarm I had ever had my face nose deep in.
I can say this with confidence
Because it was the first bee swarm I ever tried to rescue