First of all I would like to thank my bees for teaching me about life. We now have a mutual understanding: I leave them alone, and they leave me alone. After writing this book on bees, and just before publishing it, one lone, single solitary bee got inside my bee suit. I ran like hell, did everything I had read on what not to do, but sheer panic taken over my ability to be rational, I started to tear my suit off, and in doing so, slipped badly, fell onto my wrist, and broke it. The bee stung my mouth, which gave me a nasty reaction. Beekeeping with one arm in plaster is not recommended. Shortly afterwards, my bees decided to leave their hive. I am now the proud owner of a very smart, hardly used bee hive, and a badly broken wrist. The rest of my mishaps on beekeeping are in this book.