I am very much looking forward to the day that I have finished moving the bee swarm I caught to their final spot in the garden. As you know, I had to move them from the location I caught them with the bait box, that was seven feet up on a trellis, to about ten to twelve feet away to a more manageable location. Every other night, when I move the box two feet, I get this horrible feeling that I am traumatizing these poor little bees. The next day I feel so guilty watching these poor bees trying to reorient themselves to their new location. Throw in the scattering of dead bees that I know are just at the end of their 6 week life cycle and it’s not really all my fault. I still feel horrible. I had no idea I could care this much about little bugs. Well, they are not just regular little bugs…they are fuzzy. You just can’t help but love little fuzzy things. Some of you may feel differently because at some point in your life you got stung. Not me. I have never been stung by a bee. I am not sure if I should feel good about that because I am lucky, or bad because a bee thinks there is something wrong with me and won’t sting me. I really don’t know how to feel about this.