Beeswax. We’re up to our ears in beeswax.
(I’m so tempted to recount an earwax story my sister told me about a certain niece’s boyfriend, but I’ll behave myself. Family members have here enough data to figure out the source and ask her–if they dare.)
Actually, it’s not the beeswax but old honeycomb that we have in great supply. Mr. Beekeeper is using the demise of all the bees as an opportunity to clean all the frames. This, ideally, should be done regularly on a rotating basis so that we aren’t dealing with processing 80 frames of comb. (The real reason is to provide healthy conditions for the bees, but this is not about the bees today, this is about me.) However, we never claimed to be ideal beekeepers and we do have 80 frames of comb in the mancave to deal with.
Four hives full of old honeycomb is a much bigger ordeal than melting the cappings from…
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