This is kind of a funny story. I had a plastic gallon of honey stored in the basement. I forgot about it. It was a gift from the guy I was dating at the time, for helping harvest honey. Over the next few years the sides started to suck in because the moisture was migrating out. The honey got thicker and thicker and then crystalized starting at the bottom. Ya see, I apparently only found men attractive if they were bee keepers or they were potential bee keepers. (so not true! it only looks that way)
I had a beehive once. But, you probably wouldn't like how that worked out. I didn't plan to be a beekeeper. I came home from a week long business trip, and found my house full of bees, live and dead. Thousands of them. The set up a hive in one of the soffits in my house. It cost me a boatload of money, and I didn't get any honey out of the deal.
I called an exterminator, and he saw the dead bees, and told me he couldn't, by law, do anything about it. That would have been a $150 fix. I had to call a beekeeper, who charged me $850 to kill the beehive, which is what the exterminator could have done for $150. Add in the two nights in a hotel at $135 a night, and I'm down $1,120. And no honey!
Oh, before anyone says anything, it is legal for a beekeeper to kill a beehive if it is inside of your house, and there is no way to remove them short of tearing apart your house.
Apologies to Taxi for going off-topic, but blissful started it.
CD