…a funny thing happened on the way to the bar
In the winter, we have to feed the bees every week. It’s a relatively simple process. Heat water, pour onto sugar, and stir. That is unless you are married to a Biologist.
Well, most of it is the same except we have a fancy stir plate that the husband bought at auction a few years ago, along with a carload of other equipment from the crime lab in our old town.
Yes, I have random CSI looking equipment scattered about my house. Including an enormous incubator that takes up half the foyer.
Anyway, the stir plate takes the aerobic workout out of making bee food.
Our five gallon food grade pail of sugar.
Before.
After. Well, during because the little tornado is cool looking.