The Honeys produce over thirteen tons of honey a year. That’s a whole lot of honey, especially when you consider that’s there’s only three of them harvesting it (Mr. & Mrs. Honey and Honey Jr… but soon Honey’s Honey will join them), so it’s no surprise that they need a little help from time to time, and that’s where The Husband comes in.
Two nights a year, The Husband helps The Honeys move their hives from the outskirts of Marseille up to Grenoble, three hours north. They do this at night when the bees are supposed to be sleeping, but just because they are ‘supposed to be’ sleeping, doesn’t mean they are, so the work and the journey aren’t exactly sting proof.
(Getting stung doesn’t bother Honey Jr…. being a fifth generation honey farmer, his body is practically immune. Bee stings to him are like mosquito bites to us, annoying, but not a big deal. I’m sure Professor X will be coming for him any day now. Poor Honey’s Honey on the other hand, well she’s still trying to build up her immunity. It’s not always pretty.)
Last year after the second bee run, The Husband came home with twenty-one stings. (Apologies, I reported twenty-three on my Facebook page last night. And get this… somehow, he managed to escape with only three on the first run last year!
) I asked him to keep track again this year for me, and as of 7:30AM
, there had only been seven with only two hours left go.
But my money is on ten.