The chances of it raining at the height of the nectar flow when the bees are most geared up to gather nectar and pollen are 100%.
When the soil’s soggy and you can’t get near your hives to remove ripening queen cells, it will rain again.
When you’re looking for the queen she will be on the last frame you pull from the hive; when you’re not looking for her, she will pop her head over the top bars and wave at you.
The season’s biggest snowfall will occur five minutes before you were going to wrap your hives for the winter.
The chance of
your smoker going out is directly proportional to the ‘pissiness’ (ye olde beekeeping worde) of the hive.
Heavy winds will blow the top covers off of
your hives while you are looking for bricks to hold them down.
The catalogs will have every bee related item known to man – except the one you’re looking
Your lawn mower will run out of gas just as you mow in front of your most pernickety hive.And don’t bother getting the gas can – it’s empty.
Everybody in the neighborhood has floral feasts, but the bees seem to like best the garden of she who believes she is allergic to bees.
That old, rusted hive tool never gets misplaced. It’s the new shiny one that always gets lost in the grass.