“What are the odds this will catch fire and explode?” asked my wife, as I pitched her my latest project.
A veteran, some would say survivor of fourteen years of my schemes and contraptions, my wife saw the gleam in my eye as soon as I started describing it. I never meant to own an extractor, not when I started.
I planned to stay small, have two or three hives, and harvest my honey via crush and strain. The first two years that’s exactly what I did. This year though I intended to change things up because I had a problem.
The problem is honey tastes so good. My beekeeper friends assured me there’d be more if the bees didn’t have to rebuild their comb every year. More honey: What’s not to like about that?
The answer is price. Extractor prices left me thinking that the bees would just have to work overtime…
