You can read the entire article here, but this is my favorite excerpt from a recent Slate article about a beehive exposed during Hurricane Irene.
But the vibe among these amateur beekeepers was bordering on hostile. As a city contractor made phone calls, several people in yoga clothes and a twenty-something cyclist with a moustache argued over who had spotted the hive first. A man in a beekeeping suit, sans hood, pondered preempting them all by scaling the wet, slippery tree trunk and snatching it, seemingly with his bare hands.
It sounds like this entire argument could have been solved with a quick game of rock paper scissors lizard Spock.