When I was in my twenties, I had a friend whose father, Peter, kept bees. One day, he invited me to help collect honey. I was fascinated by the paraphernalia that goes with this activity – the  costume, the hood, the smoker, and the hives. Peter had ten  hives. His bees were very distinctive. They had a deep brown abdomen with a single yellow stripe across the middle of it.

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