Hi all. It’s been four years in the making, and I bloody stuffed it.
I’ve been doing my homework, researching, watching videos, going to meetings for 4 years and I finally got my Flowy setup ready, and today was the day. 6am I picked up my first ever colony. The bees were buzzing in the box and so was I.
The nice gentleman offered help to put the colony in my hive, but I was confident I could handle it, so I politely declined. I need to learn on my own anyway. Or so I thought.
The 4 frame nuc was jam packed with comb. The frames were stuck the sides all the way down to the bottom. Nothing like I saw on videos, or I was prepared for.
I managed the separate three of the frames, but one, oh my… yeah, it broke. In hind sight, maybe I should have got a long knife and cut the comb off the sides. Sad story is, more than half the comb of that frame stayed in the nuc, brood and all. I removed one of the empty frames I had prepared and placed the broken comb inside the broodbox - hopefully they will recycle it, and one day forgive me. Her majesty was nowhere to be found, but I was flustered and probably missed her. Possibly killed her too.
I’m ashamed and embarrassed. Day 1, I killed bees. Big time. My balloon is deflated and confidence gone.
Any help and advice from the wise boys and girls of this forums, is truely appreciated.


Your post reminded me of the awful moment I had during my very first inspection, when a frame of beautiful new comb filled with nectar crashed to the floor of the hive as soon as I tried to lift it up. Terry & Peter are so right - along with the sterling advice and encouragement they so reliably give, they make the excellent points that we are too hard on ourselves as we learn sometimes, and bees are better at dealing with crisis than we give them credit for.
Your post shows your honest intentions and efforts that can only improve because you’re so open to input 


I think they are scared of the dark 
the wires snapped and pulled through the comb and the frame and comb separated. Looking in disbelief
ugly gashes had appeared across the uniformly waxy white surface, golden honey, the nectar of the gods, began to ooze out onto the cold floor 
I gently placed the bleeding, broken comb and frame into the clean kitchen sink.
I looked like a cross between the Michelin Man and a shiny golden ghost 

shining like a thousand jewels, I saw a trail of fresh honey
that led from the kitchen and around the corner.
and realised my wife wasn’t home 
…then I ran…and stood dumbstruck for a few minutes before finally going back to try to fix the mess.