This would require QUITE a hive-mind to coordinate, but it’s theoretically possible, given a bit of Mad Science.
A bee can fly for short distances carrying more than her own weight.
In the autumn, I’ve seen my little girl worker bees use their legs to pick up and then fly their much larger drone brothers a few feet away from the hive. Then they’d just drop the guys into the grass. Plunk! (They did this when just shoving a drone out didn’t get rid of him; every autumn, the girls kick all of their lazy brothers out of the hive, since the drones won’t be needed for mating flights in the winter. Only those who can be useful get fed. If you listen carefully, you can hear the tiny girlies singing,
“Hit the road, Jack!”
But in the summer, the drones live like teenage rock stars, fed and groomed by mobs of adoring females; the bros have nothing to do but sleep, eat, and go out and hope to “get lucky”, I.e., spread the hive’s genes and never return.
Good news! Bees can carry up to 80% of their own body weight while flying!
Bad news! Bees weigh about four thousandths of an ounce each. (0.004 oz)
Good news! A typical swarm of bees contains about 30,000 bees, meaning it has a hypothetical idealized collective in-flight lifting capacity of 96 ounces, which is six pounds!
Bad news! Even if the bag of caramels weighs less than a pound, it lacks the surface area to allow anywhere near enough bees to grab and lift it – you just aren’t getting 5,000 bees to fit on an item that small and still have room to use their wings.
Good news! You could distribute the load through thousands of strings, allowing the bees to have enough room to fly without interfering with each other!
They are Lovetron Bees and have access to anti-gravity
technology.
That would help in a dead lift, but, not in maneuvering, hence the problem of hanging up a phone.
So are all bees on earth, according to the lore. All bees came to earth from Lovetron. So they’re no different than other bees – same mass, same capabilities, if Lovetron has higher gravity then they would suffer just the same under its pull as any other bees would.
Candy caramels, for my daughter,
Mean more to me than what I can say.
Candy caramels, for my daughter,
Her trip will last far many a day.
She can’t mean it when she whispered
Armpit honey in my ears.
Candy caramels, for my daughter
Might mean much more than mother’s tears.
I’ve built a beehive out of Skin-Horse, dear,
I thought that she was building, too.
Now her beehives all have fallen,
And she is now confined and blue.
Once our hive had work concerted.
She deserted, I had fears.
Candy caramels, for my daughter,
Might mean much more than mother’s tears.
Might mean much more than mother’s tears.
—from “Candy Kisses,” written and sung by George Morgan.
(Here, they’re pronounced “carmels,” though I’d think Gavotte would pronounce them “caramels” with the extra “a.”)
Pavane is in kind of a mood. Gavotte offers caramel food. It’s a smallish-sized favor to give treats of this flavor. But can it bring end to their feud?
I am loving the tenderness Gavotte shows toward her daughter here. It feels like a really genuine response from a mother who doesn’t like the decision her daughter is making but knows she must be allowed to make it for herself.
… Though, Gavotte being Gavotte, I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s also some sort of guilt-tripping or scheming in the works as well. (What? It can be two things!)
Previously Gavotte has made toffee (from real honey, presumably her own) https://skin-horse.com/comic/officer-whod/. Now she’s branched out into a new recipe, that I assume is also made from her honey: caramels!
Caramels are always good. 🙂
Note that it’s a candy that does not involve honey.
Well, if a sapient bee swarm eats the caramels, and then uses the sugar to create / maintain a comb, then honey would involved indirectly.
Make her some coffee. Maybe not too much.
Huh, I was wondering what happened to Gavotte. Wait, how are those bee bodies holding that bag?
This would require QUITE a hive-mind to coordinate, but it’s theoretically possible, given a bit of Mad Science.
A bee can fly for short distances carrying more than her own weight.
In the autumn, I’ve seen my little girl worker bees use their legs to pick up and then fly their much larger drone brothers a few feet away from the hive. Then they’d just drop the guys into the grass. Plunk! (They did this when just shoving a drone out didn’t get rid of him; every autumn, the girls kick all of their lazy brothers out of the hive, since the drones won’t be needed for mating flights in the winter. Only those who can be useful get fed. If you listen carefully, you can hear the tiny girlies singing,
“Hit the road, Jack!”
But in the summer, the drones live like teenage rock stars, fed and groomed by mobs of adoring females; the bros have nothing to do but sleep, eat, and go out and hope to “get lucky”, I.e., spread the hive’s genes and never return.
Adoring? Or demanding?
Luck has nothing to do with it when your entire existence is defined by impotence or just cold weather being an immediate death sentence.
Frankly, I’m more taken aback by her statement that she made those caramels beforehand. Picture a bee kneading that sticky stuff …
Bees make both honey and propolis. They’re used to sticky business.
Good news! Bees can carry up to 80% of their own body weight while flying!
Bad news! Bees weigh about four thousandths of an ounce each. (0.004 oz)
Good news! A typical swarm of bees contains about 30,000 bees, meaning it has a hypothetical idealized collective in-flight lifting capacity of 96 ounces, which is six pounds!
Bad news! Even if the bag of caramels weighs less than a pound, it lacks the surface area to allow anywhere near enough bees to grab and lift it – you just aren’t getting 5,000 bees to fit on an item that small and still have room to use their wings.
Good news! You could distribute the load through thousands of strings, allowing the bees to have enough room to fly without interfering with each other!
Bad news! Bees can’t tie knots in string.
They’re both Lovetronic bees. Maybe Lovetron’s mass is greater than Earth and the gravity is higher and they can lift more on Earth.
They are Lovetron Bees and have access to anti-gravity
technology.
That would help in a dead lift, but, not in maneuvering, hence the problem of hanging up a phone.
“They’re both Lovetronic bees”
So are all bees on earth, according to the lore. All bees came to earth from Lovetron. So they’re no different than other bees – same mass, same capabilities, if Lovetron has higher gravity then they would suffer just the same under its pull as any other bees would.
Things like this I just chalk up to “this is the Narboniverse, not ours”, and leave it at that.
Perhaps if they carried the string beneath the dorsal guiding feather…
But are they European or African bees?
I don’t knooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww….
Gavotte once mentioned how difficult it is for her to operate a telephone, a surprising handicap for an office department head.
Upper management would never sully their hands
..err.. pseudopods with something so plebeian. ( I guess bees just have feet)
It’s no wonder she had problems
Awww…
Ikr?
I don’t think asking to see her mother ever came up.
When I have displeased someone, I quite often hear mutterings of
*mother something something*
But, I doubt that was what you had in mind.
Don’t think she said that either. Never heard Nick say it, unless it was in his blog, or implied by the rhythm of syllables…
Wasn’t there something about melon farmers?
Hard to find further examples, though they’re there, I’m sure. I think Nick is fonder of a three-syllable swear than a four-syllable one.
Candy caramels, for my daughter,
Mean more to me than what I can say.
Candy caramels, for my daughter,
Her trip will last far many a day.
She can’t mean it when she whispered
Armpit honey in my ears.
Candy caramels, for my daughter
Might mean much more than mother’s tears.
I’ve built a beehive out of Skin-Horse, dear,
I thought that she was building, too.
Now her beehives all have fallen,
And she is now confined and blue.
Once our hive had work concerted.
She deserted, I had fears.
Candy caramels, for my daughter,
Might mean much more than mother’s tears.
Might mean much more than mother’s tears.
—from “Candy Kisses,” written and sung by George Morgan.
(Here, they’re pronounced “carmels,” though I’d think Gavotte would pronounce them “caramels” with the extra “a.”)
Pavane is in kind of a mood. Gavotte offers caramel food. It’s a smallish-sized favor to give treats of this flavor. But can it bring end to their feud?
I am loving the tenderness Gavotte shows toward her daughter here. It feels like a really genuine response from a mother who doesn’t like the decision her daughter is making but knows she must be allowed to make it for herself.
… Though, Gavotte being Gavotte, I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s also some sort of guilt-tripping or scheming in the works as well. (What? It can be two things!)
Previously Gavotte has made toffee (from real honey, presumably her own) https://skin-horse.com/comic/officer-whod/. Now she’s branched out into a new recipe, that I assume is also made from her honey: caramels!
I have made caramels from honey. They are incredibly sticky. It could be a trap.