Leverage

For April, but late

A boar-spear in my hand; and—in my heart
Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will—
We’ll have a swashing and a martial outside,
As many other mannish cowards have
That do outface it with their semblances.
—As You Like It Act I scene iii

Both hives died over the winter, one lasting until a week before I opened it. In that one the ladies died of starvation…