When my husband gets into a new hobby, he never forges ahead slowly.
He runs full steam into the task and buys everything he thinks he needs.
Normally, once all the stuff is bought, and he gets all the knowledge, he usually loses interest. Everything sits in the basement or attic until we either sell it or he has found another way to use it. Last month, he switched his interest from bat houses to bee hives. We started with bats because of all the mosquitoes around our house. Our neighbors had a lot of old tires on their property and they attracted the mosquitoes. When he found the bats would eventually try to find solace in the house; he gave up the idea. He thought honey bees would be a better venture. We could have honey for our consumption, and he planned on selling what we couldn’t use. I suggested he start with a small honey bee hive and buy a couple hundred bees to fill it. Instead, he wanted to order 2000 bees and the beehives to house them. He was talking to a beekeeper that lived in our local area. He told him he lost nearly 20% of his bees during delivery. Whenever the truck driver stopped, bees would escape, and they didn’t come back to the beehives. When my husband said he might order more bees, I put my foot down. One beehive to start was enough, and I would not have my entire backyard filled with them. Instead of lowering the amount of honey bees he was ordering, he simply canceled the order. He wanted everything or nothing, and I was happy with that decision.