Let me be clear: I bought this frame holder not because I’m brave, but because I’m terrified. My bees—affectionately known as “The Buzzing Legion of Doom”—are out for blood (mine), and yet I persist. Why? Because apparently, I have “hobbies” now.

Enter this magnificent little contraption: the Bee Frame Holder. It arrived quickly, packaged like it knew what horrors it was destined to endure. I bolted it to the side of my pastel hive (yes, my bee yard looks like Barbie’s suburban cul-de-sac), and let me tell you—it holds frames like a champion while I hyperventilate nearby with a smoker and the thousand-yard stare of someone one sting away from a full existential crisis.

It’s sturdy, reliable, and more emotionally stable than I am. When I pry a frame full of buzzing chaos from the hive, this holder grabs it like a calm best friend whispering, “I got you, Lady. You won’t die today.”

So yes, buy this frame holder. It might not fix your fear of the buzzing cloud of potential violence living in your yard, but it’ll at least let you face it hands-free.

10/10. Would buy again. Probably will, once the bees destroy this one out of spite.