Despite being a bear, I consider myself more of a cocoa bear than a honey bear.

So I was somewhat disappointed that our garden was invaded with honeybees, not cocoa bees.

After calling around, my bud found someone willing to take care of the situation and relocate the bees to their new home on a ranch, far far away from here.

Goodbye bees!  Good riddance!  You may visit to fertilize the plants but then you leave!

Anyway when the bee guy was done he left us with some honeycomb.

Turns out the bees that DIDN’T get sucked into a transport box really liked to keep guard of their honeycomb, so we were too afraid to touch the pile for a few days. Live bees on a mission to protect their honey are probably prepared to sting the infiltrators.  I wasn’t going to test that theory, I tell you that!  Eventually though, we had to deal with the pile of honeycomb sitting in the garage.  After all, we had to act before any army of ants did.  You know what I like less than bees?  Bees and ants in a sticky messy huddle.

Here is Nicholas draining the bag of honeycomb honey into a pot.

Ewww.  Bees are gross.  And honey is sticky and messy.

Get me far far away from that sticky icky mess.

That’s about as close as I need to get to this operation.

Ok I’m done with this.  No honey needed for this bear.  Honey is overrated.

I made my bud sneak out and silicon shut the water valve box in the dead of the night while the remaining bees were sleeping with even more silicon for a good measure.

These bees better not come back.  And take your honey with you!