Floyd the Beekeeper

I was at Howard McNear's house once.

This was back in '68, just before he died. Barbara Eden was with me.

Never knew he was into beekeeping. Kept hives in his orchard out back.

He had us put on those screen helmets, just for good measure, but they had imprinted on him.

Howard took the lids off a couple, and I was fascinated.

Barb, however, was whining that she had stepped in horse shit, and kicked a box to clean them off.

You have to understand, Howard was a stroke victim and couldn't run very fast.

He hobbled away, towards the house, waving his arms and yelling "Oh!" every time he was stung.

He died the next year. They say it was the stroke.

Bees are animals.

True story.
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