Private Bay-Bee, Do You Need a New Home?

"They're living in my dorm room right now," Verda admitted, "and it's really not ideal. It's warm and sheltered, sure, but the stress of such close quarters is really getting to them. And me. They're not very good at complicated instructions like 'don't drink out of my mug when I'm drinking out of my mug'." Verda made a face and brushed her hands off.

She turned to the others and gasped. "Oh my gosh the flowers in your hair are so cute?!"

Verda skipped a bit closer to Jeremiah and leaned in to peer at his head. "And you've got a little butterfly buddy!" She got much quieter when she noticed. "Hi there little buddy! You can't understand me cuz I only know a bee talkin' spell but you're real pretty! Lookit youuuu, lookit your pretty little feelers, are you a good flutterby? Yes you aaare. Your big buddy here is gonna help me find my bees a home, yes he is, awwww look at your little proboscis."

Verda gave Jeremiah back his personal space as he spoke.

"Sounds like a great plan!" She said. "I'll need something to partially block the hive entrances when we get them here, though, like some spare branches or some boards- have y'all heard of the 3 feet or 3 miles rule? Bees will get lost trying to go to their old hive locations unless the new hive is within three feet, or has been moved so far that their little bee navigation systems reset. If y'can keep them all inside the hive during transport, though, making a big weird obstacle near the hive entrance makes them recalibrate their route when they leave, and then the foragers don't get lost."

She took a moment to look Jeremiah and Celeste over. "We'll need a good wheelbarrow or dolly, too, I left them extra comb for the winter and the transport and the hives weigh like 90 pounds right now. I can get them up onto something with wheels but carrying them over by foot would be," she clicked her tongue, "a journey."

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"I'll take the wheelbarrow anyway in case we don't wanna make two trips between the dorms and here," Verda said, "I've got a couple extra blankets I can stuff in around the hive, and if I tell them we're going someplace with flowers they won't get too mad. They're good bees, really."

Verda lead the way out of the greenhouse, and kept up a friendly chatter. The wheels on the dolly had a slight squeak, and the wheelbarrow had a little wobble, but they did pretty well on the hard-packed earth. Frosty conditions were good for something, at least.

"Outside of gardening club, what do y'all do with your time? Any other hobbies or jobs around?"

"Well, firstly, I look at pictures of cute animals, so you have got to send me a pic of Gertrude sometime, that sounds adorable. Otherwise, hrm..."

Verda's tail swished a bit in the crisp air as she thought. Their footfalls crunched an odd rhythm with the squeaky wheels.

"I read a lot of poetry, I guess. Mostly when I'm relaxing I'm also hanging out with people and sipping something warm and having a chat, but I don't know quite enough people here yet to do that. I'm trying to get into pottery, because I know I'm terrible at crochet and knitting, like, my aunt tried to teach me but she agreed it just don't work in my brain for some reason-" She laughed a little, "-kept doing the stitches backwards and mirrored and sideways and losing count- but I like making things with my hands, y'know? Feels good to make a physical memory in the world, even if it don't turn out great. Have you tried any crafts?"