Queen Jail |
First of all, when I opened the hive up, the girls were in a really, really bad mood. The weather was changing and rain was coming. Because I thought this was going to be a quick operation, I only put on my jacket and veil. I also only put about 30 minutes worth of smoker fuel in. I would come to regret both of these actions.
So, as soon as I opened the hive, they let me know that they weren't happy to see me. Of course, you'd be unhappy too if someone pulled the roof off your house and started moving the furniture around. Almost immediately I took a sting through my jeans. Now I'm regretting not putting on my Carharts.
I pull the frame with the queen on it and she's still in there. There's a queen cell hanging out of the side of the cage. It looks like she was able to get an egg close enough to the workers for them to build a new cell. I knock that off and try to take the cage off the frame. Uh-oh. It's stuck. No amount of wiggling and twisting will get it to come free. I end up tearing a whole chunk of comb out the size of the cage. Now I've got the cage, with the queen still in it. I carefully peel a corner back to let her out. And about that time I realize that a bee has made it into my jeans. Crap. There's sting number two. I set the cage down over the hive box and scrape the stinger out of my leg. Now I'm regretting not putting on my boots.
A Closer Look |
So, what's the verdict on this method of mite control? I still believe it has possibilities. The cage did keep the queen contained for the requisite number of days. Did having her in there keep some sort of order in the hive? Yes and no. They did create queen cells so caging her in that small of a cage didn't produce enough queen pheromones to suppress the emergency response. But, up until today they had been fairly docile and didn't really "act" queenless. I think once I figure out how to remove the cage without tearing the comb out then it can work.
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