The honey bees look healthy, and Glenn is splitting the hives today. I was going take a few up close action photos for you, but apparently I walked right in the bee flight path, which is especially an unwise thing to do if you have my hair. Buzzing ensues, I begin to run, never escaping because some are entangled in my hair. Shaking my hair, I try to release them from their tangled trap. My first honey bee sting, that I recall since we first started keeping bees, sharp on my scalp. Still more continue to struggle to escape. I enter the house in search of comb or brush, Tillie is prancing with anticipation and excitement, back outside I gently comb the honey bees from their tangled trap. They fly to freedom save the lone bee, who upon sting is no more and falls to the ground. Glenn, whose purposeful focus never leaves his task, completely unaware of this side show.