AN OTINO WAA BEE STORY
(Taken from a team
member’s journal entry 7/09)
Picture a calm, warm – no make that hot, evening as the sun
goes away at about 7:00. It is
still about 90 with the humidity matching the same number. A dozen or so of us have gathered in
the POP’s Bee Center at Otino Waa Children’s Village to armor up. All of the POP’s (People of Purpose)
kids are here as well as instructors.
It is time for the weekly inspection of the hives at Otino Waa. As a visiting team we have been invited
to come observe.
As I choose a set of coveralls that don’t match the length of my legs, I should have taken that as the first red flag. No matter, we are given a baggie of rubber bands to secure those, ready for a flood, pant legs. The heavy duty rubber gloves are already doing a great job of insulating, as my hands are now about 104 degrees. Carefully band those also. Is it warm in here or is it just me?
No matter, I need to concentrate on getting the head gear on. The hat, which suspiciously looks as if it started life as a women’s, is 4 sizes too small, but I’m caught up in the adventure of it all and determine this to be a minor thing. The final walk down the fashion ramp has me looking like an explosion in the mosquito net factory. “More is better”, I keep telling myself. This will surely confuse or scare a bee. Why would they even try to attack? Don’t I look ominous? Red flag #2.
We slowly walk the ¼ mile to the bee apiary with Bob (Director)
answering questions and showing his animated enthusiasm. This adds lasting memories to my mind
as he shows his deep interest in the project and the students.
It comes to my attention that a flashlight would have been a
wise choice. The netting has taken
away about 75% of my vision and I find myself wondering how I would ever be
able to run if this all goes south.
One of the first things pointed out is the gate. The only entrance AND make note – the only exit. It is apparent that hitting the wire
fence at speed will probably divide me into three pieces, so make a mental note
- don’t try that. Inside the apiary
I have turned around a few times and the location of the exit has become a
mystery. Oh well, plenty of time
to figure it out. Red flag #3
I thought that two cameras would be a cool thing to have. It quickly turns out the video is
totally useless as the darkness has convinced the technology that operator
error is in effect. The screen
keeps saying, “Open the lens cap dummy”.
Darkness has overtaken its intelligence. OK, we still have the still cam, but there is no point of
reference to aim at. It’s a lot
like going into a closet with the door closed and taking a picture of your big
toe. You might have to take a few
flashes to get your radar to kick in.
I have now taken multiple shots of the grass and totally blinded one of
the POP’s kids next to me. That
can’t be good if I am depending on him or her as a bee shield. Of 12 tries, I might have only four
decent pictures.
As the POP’s bee team opens the boxes to check the honey
combs, it becomes quickly apparent that the bees knew we were coming. They have poured out of each of the
hives and are determined to bring down the enemy.
As interesting as the evening was, I felt a little isolated
as the first bees struck my outer defenses and as the hits mounted, a minor
panic set in. For someone who can
kill the engine in a powered parachute at 500 feet and casually recover before
hitting the ground, I don’t scare easily.
This activity set off alarms in my head that I have not heard before.
Wait,……. feel that?
That really can’t be what I think it is. (BAM- on the right ankle) OK, the urge to run has to be put away. (BAM- on the leg), slowly back away, but
there is definitely something crawling up my leg at a frightening pace (BAM- on
the thigh), slow your breathing down (BAM- on the neck), where’s that gate?
(BAM- on ankle again). I
wish I had a flashlight (BAM- on the neck again). How are these guys getting in?? There is now buzzing in front of my face. Is that in or out? Darn, he is in! Keep cool as you bounce off the gate
post and find your way in the dark using the brail method in the
vegetation. Great, a POP’s student
(Tony) to save my life as he rakes 5 lbs. of honey magicians off my head and
assists me with the rogue in front of my nose. I had determined that if he got close enough he would drown
in the pools of sweat that had accumulated on my face. I hadn’t heard if bees can swim or not,
but the salt would surely stun him long enough for my escape.
As I borrowed Tony’s only flashlight and life line to
civilization, I made my way back toward the POP’s Center, taking a long
circuitous route trying to avoid kids and moms with the continuing air
show. Before I was able to break
out of the layers of cotton and latex, I had managed to drag strays into the
Bee Center and POP’s classroom, much to the dismay of innocent bystanders as
they invented new dances to escape the rooms. It seems the bees have an extended memory.
It is an interesting concept to have orphans caring for
bees. They seem to enjoy this
project and are very helpful in showing a few brave team members how they can
gently handle these crazy critters.
The POP’s students show their abilities and knowledge and we are
impressed with another element of hope and future in their lives. How can you not smile about that? As I attempt to leave the Bee Center,
one last kamikaze, with my ear as a target, tries three times to die for his
county. His hive mates would have
been proud.
