Yesterday I found this guy on the front porch of the beehive. The workers (girls) toss out the drones (boys) because they're just a drain on the hive over the winter (since they have no jobs, no skills, no responsibilities--other than the admittedly enormous job of passing along their Precious Bodily Fluids to any passing Queen). There will be plenty of drones available in the spring to mate with the Queens.
I also found a bit of mica. I save it (it's a slow process) but one day I hope to have enough to make something with it.
I'll crush the fennel seeds and toss them on a salad.
