This year, I upgraded all my hives to screened bottom boards. They are a little more expensive of course, but quite worth it. I paid a friend to paint them (I hate painting), and he laid them out to dry the other day. They look great.
When I came home, Myron, who was outside playing in the backyard, ran up to the car, yelled “Hi Daddy!!!,” turned around, and promptly started stomping on the screens in the bottom boards…. sigh….
Apparently they make a great sound as the screens pop and stretch and break out of the wood frames.
So what did I do Wednesday night? Spent the evening carefully repairing the bottom boards so suddenly destroyed by the Godzilla-like feet of my three-year-old. What can I say? The kid’s awesome.
