A bee keeper is the Boss.
When the Boss isn’t the Boss Boss, and the bees need a keeper keeper, the Boss is the Boss Boss of the Bee Bees.
He was looking for his queen bee.
It’s something bee keepers do.
Like the times I smoked bees while Dad stole honey.
Or helped extract honey in our living room and got sticky honeyed feet.
Or held a sheet out under a tree limb with my brother, while Dad shook a swam of bees into said sheet.
Or running madly up the hill, away from sheet-captured bees, yelping as we got stung repeatedly by angry, vengeful bees.
I may or may not have groaned when Boss the Bee Keeper put on the white alien bee hood.
I may or may not have freaked out, pranced around and hyperventilated when a bee got into my white alien bee hood.
One must always look for the pros in life.
xx Trouser Girl