Updates on Shaving, And Bees

(NOTE: Based on time elapsed since the posting of this entry, the BS-o-meter calculates this is 7.236% likely to be something that Ferrett now regrets.)

Shaving News
Today, I passed a major milestone: the shave I gave myself with my straight razor was far better than I could have achieved with a disposable razor.
Floyd he straight razor’s performance has been, if you’ll pardon the phrase, neck-and-neck with my old Gillette.  Trusty Floyd was closer on the flat areas like my cheeks, but turned a little treacherous when it came to the curves of my jaw, leaving me a little patchy.  The Gillette was more constant, giving me a mediocre shave all around.
But I learned how to do the triple-pass – I have to shave three times to get the perfect shave – and how to angle Floyd to maneuver around the hollows of my throat.  Today’s shave is cut-free and baby-smooth.
Therefore, I’ll say that it takes about two months of straight razor shaving before you get – pardon me again – the edge on the competition.
*takes off sunglasses*
YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH
Updates On Our Bees
The bees are a major draw to this blog, but we haven’t updated in a while because of this bitterly cold winter.  Every day we’ve been tempted to get all up in our bees, it’s been forty degrees.
What we do know are two things:
1)  The mean bees, the ones that stung us, are dead.  We haven’t seen a single bee poke its head out.  And we’re a little grateful for that, as we’d have had to requeen.
2)  Our good bees are struggling.  There’s only a handful of them flying out, and we suspect most of them died.  We have been feeding them, and it’s been a slow process as they rebuild; I hope the queen is alive in there. We’re hoping to check next week, but it’s not like there’s really anything extra we can do for them at this stage, so there’s no sense opening up their insulated hive to freezing winds.  (There’s predictions of snow tomorrow.  SNOW.)
Current plan is to get into the dead beehive, empty out the bees, and introduce a fresh box of bees to the old home of the dead ones.  A little morbid, but it means those bees will have a jump-start; they won’t need to waste their initial efforts (and food supplies!) on building comb.  Which means we can hope these new bees will thrive.  The old bees, well, when we get in there, I have a sneaking suspicion they may be trying to birth a new queen.  We’ll see when we get in there.
The biggest hope is that after three seasons of beekeeping, we will actually get honey from a hive.  No, we have yet to do this.  The first year, our bees had produced enough we probably could have taken some, but we were worried that if we skimmed too much honey they might not survive the winter.  Last year was a scarcer season, and the queen separator we purchased kept the bees out of the honey super entirely.  So not a single drop.
This year.  This year will be sweet.  I can feel it in my bees.

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