Thinking about it from the bee's perspective, this is like raiding the lair of an eldritch horror for gold. A beekeeper is just a funny looking bear-thing that takes honey sometimes, but the shop of a beekeeper is full of devices beyond a bee's comprehension, more honey than a bee would ever see in its lifetime just all sitting around, its own sun which can turn on and off. To find yourself in such a place by accident must be a crazy experience, convincing your brethren to attack it by shaking your butt is on another level.

In a bakery like 3 block away from my home, most days there are like 20 bees trying to steal the sweet cover over the pastries. But the front wall of the business is almost completely made of glass, so they can't escape.

From a bee's point of view humans are the robbers.

New word for me today: "apiarist"/"apiary". Never knew bee keepers had a more formal name, though it makes sense.

Dad joke: It would be more apt if instead of a-piary, it was "b-piary".