you've said pretty much everything, but there's one more thing about bees.
now, this is a story, or should i say a fact told by my good friend which was around here till recently. his nickname is Trot
well, i quickly searched his posts but didn't find the story, still was a thrill, he made quite a few quality posts!
anyhow, to get to the point and tell it the short way!
when he was, young or should i say younger he lived in Slovenia, where he got familiarised with beekeeping, i am not sure where he started beekeeping, with his neighbout or his father, probably both since in the old days almost every homestead/family farm had at least a few hives. well, his neighbour-i think of his age, so to speak a young man who suffered from humm, don't know for sure, well he couldn't walk. that young man spent hours seating by the beehouse and ate every drone he saw and could catch flying, he also ate all of the swarm cells-queen cells his father would cut out. his situation was getting better and better and...as a result Frank-Trot helped him built his house (it's a tradition or...a need or something for a growing up man, or a young family to build a house for himself/themselves, friends of course help!). now i think that anyone can see the miracle that happend with the help of bee-brood and some of those "useless" drones!
i probably meesed up the story completely, but i don't care as long as i know it's true!