Thanks to a horde of bees and a little greed from yours truly, I’m pretty sure my neighbors now hate me. That’s what happens when you take your own sweet time calling a beekeeper to relocate honeybees from your garage. By which I mean, I let the hive grow untouched for three months once I noticed the busy little guys flying in and out of the top left corner of my garage door. I’d have let my minions stew longer but the neighbors threatened to call the authorities if I didn’t get rid of them. Fine. No honey for you, neighbors.