Bees and beekeeping are the wallpaper in DEAD PEN PALS. I'm a beekeeper. I'm also a guy who tries to stretch summer as far into fall as I can. I've been wearing shorts and a T-shirt every day I can bear to. The honeybees told me that it's over the other day. We might get a few days of Indian Summer after the frost, but summer is gone. How did they tell me? They pushed the drones (males) out of the hives and won't let them in. They will starve or succumb to the cold. Drones are only good for one thing, and there are no young queens to mate this time of the year. The lucky drones (I guess) that mate with a virgin queen die in the process. The others get up late, are fed by the workers (females) and then go hang out in drone congregation areas (equivalent of outside the pool hall) and wait for a virgin queen to fly by. Then they go home and go to bed. I'm sure they would watch TV if they could.
It's always sad to the see the big boys standing outside the hive, begging to get in. They don't. Glad I'm not a honeybee.
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