It was a night of tossing and turning, and as I consider myself to be a reasonably able person, I felt as if I had failed miserably. To make matters worse, I had a funeral to go to. After many tears and a hearty country meal amongst friends and neighbours, Mom and I finally got back to the Ranch around 4pm to take a peek at the bees. I lifted the lid on the AWOL hive and saw that there was activity, so I was not completely downtrodden. However, I was skeptical and still did not know if the queen was alive or if the other bees had killed her. At this point, my best chance was to leave the hives and not disturb them anymore.