I’d always wondered about how they manage these creations, and what happens afterward. That’s pretty cool.
The giant house at the Grand Floridian is the biggest, but not the only, amazing gingerbread display at the resorts. There’s a gingerbread carousel, and I believe the Contemporary resort has something, so that’s a lot of sweet stuff that gets recycled and composted and fed to bees.
Now I understand why that little bee was so fearless about demanding frosting. If they do this after every festival display, those bees are tiny frosting addicts!
In my weird, Gothic horror upbringing I was raised to fear bees and bats. I was actually told the ridiculous old wives’ tale about bats getting tangled in your hair, when I was maybe 3 or 4 years old. I was an adult college student in an environmental biology class before I met and fell in love with the cutest little bat. It had flown into the gym and was rescued, and our professor took the opportunity to give us a close up look at a bat. It was in a tiny creature carrier, it looked scared to death, and it was just so adorable and velvety and looked like a tiny stuffed toy. They rehydrated it and released it, it had had a really bad day.
And that’s how I finally got over my bat phobia. They are precious and excellent neighbors, and now when I hear them at night I cheer them on: “Eat those mosquitoes, little buddies!”
Ditto with bees. I want to go back and apologize to every bee I was ever mean to, let alone the ones I might have killed. I will now happily share my cupcake leftovers.
Do I forgive my parents for inflicting these and so many other baseless fears on me as a child? They were the products of their environment, they didn’t know any better, but I wish they’d made some sort of effort to not share every old wives’ tale they were raised on with me. We didn’t live in the backwoods, they were both educated and read books, but looking back on my childhood I realize how even for my era, it was weird. I had to do a lot of educating myself.
Bats and bees are our adorable little friends.
Wasps and hornets are still worthless bastards though.