Sitting on the damp forest floor beside Zam, the leader of the Tasik Pedu honey gatherers, I watched a shower of golden embers burst from the Mentawan torch, drifting down through the dark Tualang canopy like falling stars.
In that quiet night air, a wild, ambitious thought struck me.
“Zam,” I whispered, my gaze fixed on the glowing canopy above. “Why can’t we just domesticate Apis dorsata? What if we put up wooden hive boxes on the high branches, run a high-altitude bee farm, and harvest honey all year round instead of waiting for the Pedu flowering season?”
Zam slowly turned his head. A dry, amused grin spread across his face. The exact look a veteran forest hunter gives a dreamer with overly creative ideas.
“Sally…” he chuckled softly. “You want to put a tiny wooden box out for a wild bee that owns the entire jungle canopy?”
Refusing to surrender my breakthrough, I answered with absolute confidence.
“Yeah, why not? Nothing is impossible, right? We just haven’t found the way yet.”
It was my defiant response to his skeptical grin. But as the embers faded into the darkness, I had to ask myself: was I actually onto a clever possibility, or was I fundamentally misunderstanding the wild mind of Apis dorsata?
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