I read, read, read and thought it through very carefully. First, I decided I needed to have a good experience so yesterday I spent some time visiting with the Harmony Hive which resulted in a very hospitable gift.
You can see in the above photo, the papery covering on the honey which means it's capped and ready. Not all of the comb was capped if you notice in the bottom right corner. I cut the comb off the top bar, and cut away any unfilled or uncapped comb and put it outside with the bar. The bees come and take every last drop of honey. I purposely left a strip of comb on the bar for the bees to have an easier start, so honey was dripping everywhere. That honey is now back in the hive.
All kinds of bottoms and tops to put over and under the sections as we took them apart.
Then Handy Man is suited up, but what you don't see is the cucumber peels in his pocket and the cinnamon toothpick he's chewing, both considered to be repellants.
Bees, Bees, Bees and more Bees, but not a Queen in sight.
Yesterday, I was loving bee keeping life and today I was seriously questioning my bee keeping ability. For my part, I'd like to just park this little missy and her witchy-poo consort in the south forty and wish them all the best, but it feels wrong to continue to send genetic bee nastiness out into the netherworld. So, we'll try and try again.