Tipi, Tepee Mover

Oddly enough, the title of this post is an anagram for my name. After two years of living in a tipi, I've graduated from Clemson University. Soon, I'll be sailing the Caribbean and, at the beginning of the year, joining the Peace Corps. I'll have no use for the tipi in either situation, and after light-heartedly trying to sell it ($2,500 + your first born child, leave a comment below if you're interested), to no avail, I've decided to put it in storage, in my parents garage.
BS CIS Clemson University
Just graduated from Clemson

I rented a 17' U-Haul, packed up quite literally my entire house, and moved it all down to Charleston. But what about the beehive, you ask? Well... they're all dead. After a rather severe winter, where the tipi became an igloo on several occasions, my feral bees' instinct to swarm was insatiable. After removing dozens of swarm cells, I, inadvertently, had left my hive queenless. She had absconded from the hive, in an attempt to spread her offspring to the hives that did not make it through the cold.

The worker bees who had not left with her kept on working, collecting honey. With the queen out of the way, they filled every last square inch of comb with honey. The hive was jam packed with the golden nectar, but this was a problem. The hive was honeylocked. Even when I brought them a new queen, she had no where to lay her eggs, and the population was dropping. Soon enough, the pesky hive beetles and hive moths overtook the hive. Victims of their own success and my ignorance, the hive had fallen.
Honeylocked Hive
Rotten, Infested Honeycomb

Infected Hive
More Maggots than Bees

Rotten Honey Comb
Compost Bin Full of Lost Honey Comb
By the time I cut out all of the rotten honeycomb, read all but a tiny piece at the back of the hive, the new queen was dead. I managed to save quite a few of the worker bees though, and they stuck around until just before I moved, defending what was left of the once great hive.

Like her abode, the tipi cat is going to be living at my parents' house for the foreseeable future. Hopefully she doesn't become some soft, inside cat, while I'm away. My parents have protected wetlands back behind their house, so she'll has a nice new playground.   
Tipi Cat
Moving is so hard.
The only things that were left behind were my garden bed, though I did just harvest it, a few cinder blocks that I found on the property to begin with, some broken bottles of soured mead, the trusty garden hose, and pallets that were used for the platform.
When I First Moved In
And I Just Moved Out
Now, off to the next adventure.

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Location: Clemson, SC, USA


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