Around 9am yesterday morning, the doorbell rang.
About 40,000 honeybees were at the door.
They were in two separate compartments of a box designed for the express purpose of carrying bees.
"Are there really live bees in there?" asked the UPS driver over the significant din of about 40,000 buzzing honeybees, looking dubiously at the labels all over the box which read "Live honeybees."
Eric gleefully signed for the bees and brought them inside. He held them up to Emerson's ear so he could hear them buzzing. It occurred to me that a box of live bees would make a great "all natural" white noise machine in the baby's room. OK maybe not.
Eric took the bees down to campus and intoduced them to their new home, the bee houses he had assembled and set up just for them.
The bee dream has been a year in the making and it is exciting to know that right now down on Stanford's campus there are thousands of bees who are doing nothing day and night but make honey for Eric and me to eat (and Emerson when he's old enough to eat honey).
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