That was the question on Friday night when a fellow beekeeper called at quarter to eight, saying there was a swarm that needed attention. It was beside the pathway into the Visitor’s Bureau in Sonora and it was making people nervous as they went in and out. Could we go and get it?
And despite the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, I managed to stay the course and do the job I went to do, damn the torpedoes! What’s more, I had faced one of the deep fears that lurks in the collective unconscious. They make horror films about this kind of thing. And yet, I had come through it, if not unscathed, then at least unafraid. It seemed to be one small step forward for humankind.