Angry bees in a bag in the back of a cab

Day one of this new beekeeping foray and the various cups of tea we’d had while waiting and excited nerves combined in making me and Zoe do the knock-kneed dance.

One package had already arrived in a frenzy of excitement as Zoe narrated its step by step arrival to the camera only to discover that it was a box of latex gloves for the community centre.

Turns out the bees had not been properly addressed and so were not going to be delivered today - certain death in a postal depot was not the future we had envisaged for our honeymakers.

Zoe and I raced to the closest depot, where everything was shut but a few contractors were hanging around in the car park shaking their heads a lot and saying "not my job. I don't know"... (I don't care). I've had enough of this outsourcing, who can I get angry at.

Then, humanity entered. Flustered and sweaty, she'd never worked for the post office before and so had finished her shift hours late. Her squeaky voice did not stand up to head contractor when all four of us sat discussing, but as soon as his "no way" back turned, she whispered she'd have a look. Then she returned forlorn saying everything was shut.

Another phone call and a hope the bees were still alive, but in another depot. They're being kept in a bag because the bag broke!

We raced over in a cab, telling the cabbie wed be hopping out and back in to go to the secret garden. Approaching the Mount Pleasant depot we told him we wouldnt make it back, he was crestfallen at missing the opportunity to find a hidden gem.

The posties were waiting for us, or someone deep inside the building was. The postman who handed them over was perplexed. "What?" "Bees?".

The next cabbie was suspicious. "Whats in them boxes then?"
"We'll tell you when you get there."
"Snakes?" "Frogs" "Tell me whats in there"
"Baby bees"
"what? How many"
"40,000"
Ring
"Hello. Mate. I have 40,000 baby bees in the back of my cab. Yeah. Later... Ive known him since we were in daycare"