I can be very stubborn, but I can also admit when I’m wrong, and on the 6th day of this past July, as angry and stinging African honey bees covered my face as I walked across a peanut field in northern Ghana, I began to suspect that I perhaps needed to re-evaluate things. 

Perhaps I should have taken it more seriously when two days earlier (the first day of this project in Ghana), I was just walking around a hive at a nearby farm and the bees came out in force. We later counted about 30 stings in my hands and face from just the few minutes it had taken to walk 100 metres away.

I know that there are always fluke hives, and having already done numerous