I know more about honey and honey bees than I care to admit.
That’s what happens when you’re trapped in a car with a beekeeper for 10 hours. And you can’t change the subject. Because, unbelievably, you’re on your way to an apiary. In another state. His buddy’s apiary, that is. All because his honey bees died in the great Virginia honey bee famine of 2009.
And you think you have an interesting job. Please.