Fred Jaggi sets great stores by tradition. For him, it is an ingredient in his recipe for success. This also implies that he exclusively keeps bees of a “local black breed”, known for swarming a lot, but also for producing more honey. “Their place is here, in the mountains, and it has to remain so.” The yellow bees (belonging to a beekeeper in the nearby valley) that sometimes wander over to his place are a great source of annoyance for him. One of his queens was just fecundated by a yellow drone and has been laying the eggs bearing the little half-breeds. With assured gestures, Jaggi seizes the treacherous queen, scolds her some more for her infidelity, then severs her head by pressing his thumbnail on the edge of the honeycomb.