Fish ponds and a madman's honey

Faced with repeated attacks on the apiaries located around the Riddled research laboratories (part of an ongoing investigation of the medicinal uses of tutu honey), often occurring before noon when the culprits knew the premises would be unattended, we surreptitiously placed surveillance etchers around the beehives.

Last evening a disturbing scene was recorded.

The drunken hoon and the mayhem in the background is compatible with one explanation for Colony Collapse Disorder. I incline to blame the full moon. But I call your attention to his explosive-minded accomplice in the foreground who has lit the fuse on an M80 with the intention of further enraging the bees. One trusts mikey has an alibi.

A public-spirited bystander, on his way home from malpighian-tubule-origins-and-Shuffleboard night at the Old Entomologist, has accosted the malefactor in an attempt to dissuade him. Sadly, that trick of "holding the crowd to ransom by threatening to injure oneself" does not work so well in practice as it did in "Blazing Saddles".

Below: Masked gang in Dementor costumes abducting Bee-hives (Pieter Breughel) is used here to permit the use of the "Bloody Belgians" label.

How does it feel, is it hard to conceal?
When you reach the living end