When news of the struggle bees are up against worldwide with neonicotinoid pesticides and colony collapse reached us down here in Namibia, we were grateful that the bees around us seemed healthy, happy and populous. Here on our farm we had 15 swarms living in boxes with an extra one always strategically placed for a house-hunting swarm to pass by. But this year our bees had their own struggle and, sadly, lost.
We should’ve known – last year was just too good. Although Namibia was sick with drought, our bees scrounged up food from somewhere and produced a miraculous 150 kilograms of honey. It was ridiculous, but we were delighted, nonetheless.
This year, we prayed for rain, dreading the thought of another dry year and what it would do to the farm. Luckily, the rain came – over double what fell last year. That rain awakened all the bugs which had stuck it out underground, waiting for humid conditions to return. And the skies went black.
Well, not really, but the bee boxes did. Big, black beetles called chafers, began swarming, bullying their way into any hole they could fit their fat butts through, to get to the juicy bee larvae inside. We tried our best to plug any holes, leaving only enough room for the bees to pass, but the beetles bulldozed through anyway. We’d try to bat them out of the air and squish the prowlers on the outside of the box, but that often ended in getting stung by a pissed-off bee. During subsequent box inspections, we’d find 50+ beetles lumbering around. And no honey. The bees were spending more time fighting them off then collecting food.
Later in the season, the death’s head moths came, so called because of the skull image on their back. Clearly, an unfun bug. They are big as far as moths go, but fairly flat, and so can squeeze through narrower holes that the beetles wouldn’t fit through. Sometimes they did us a favor and got stuck in one of them and died, effectively plugging that hole against future invaders. But when duty called to smush them manually, they made an awful, alien screeching sound – a new sound effect for my nightmares.
As if that weren’t enough for our bees to battle, then the wax moths showed up. These are much smaller, about the size of a blueberry, but white and dull. They lay their eggs in the box which hatch into equally bland worms. The worms, however, grow big and plump, eating and pooping their way through the beeswax. It is not uncommon to find a box deserted by the swarm, yet full of worms, their poop, and their cocoons. On our last inspection, that’s exactly what happened.
Box after box was silent and empty. We had checked on them only a few weeks before, and they were still strong, but the parasite triumvirate was too much. From 15, we are now down to 5.
Even from the surviving boxes, beetles, moths, and worms were hauled out and stomped. Though, with cooler weather upon us, they seem to be slowing down – hopefully, the worst is over. The swarms that are left now have a few weeks to stock up for winter. If they do manage a bit of honey, it will be well earned and they’ll get to keep it. Our dwindling supplies will have to hold until spring.
As with many things, we can now only wait and see if the bugs exhausted their forces this year and if whatever comes next season is a load that the bees can handle. Otherwise, we’ll need a serious consultation in pest control; pesticides clearly not an option. Any advice from fellow bee folk out there is most welcome.