1. The article introduces different methods of starting queencells. Among them are: the Miller Method (a frame contains either 1) triangular portions of new foundation or 2) used comb that is cut, both in order to produce a zig-zag on the bottom) and the Alley Method, which appears to be the method used by the FatBeeMan.
2. I seem to have read these out of order.
In any case, here comes another "whoa reflection on humanity" bit. Feel free to skip. Anyhow.
The tingly, cold feeling of wrongness came back again as I read about the Alley Method. "[E]very 2nd and 3rd larva is destroyed". Destroyed - that's rather cold, isn't it?
Except that's exactly what the FatBeeMan did. He took some comb and some larvae and then he stuck them onto a frame and then he killed 2/3 of the baby bees in there.
And what did I do?
I giggled and I thought he was awesome. To be exact, I said:
I like this guy.I liked him. I liked him because of his snark, and I liked him because he seemed like the stereotype of a wizened old Southerner, just mindin' 'is own bidness, putting youngins in their place.
Is he Southern? He sounds Southern. He sounds like he ain't gonna take no young whipper-snappers' lip.
I looked it up. He's from Lula, so either Georgia or Mississippi.
Allow me to reiterate. I like this guy.
I liked him, and I didn't give a second thought to what he was doing.
Isn't that scary? That a kindly word, or a confident voice, or a warm presentation can take something that would normally be appalling and make the entire experience a lark? That I'd nod along just because the delivery was endearing, the deliverer charismatic?
Perhaps it's simply a part of human nature (for examples, see all demagogues everywhere throughout history). But it's a commonly ignored, easily exploited, and loosely guarded part.
And that's rather terrifying.
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