The nursery part of the Hive Supremo, also known as the brood comb, was unchanged since my last visit to powder some larvae with morphotyping pheromones.
Rows upon rows of brood cells spanned from the floor to the ceiling of the hive like a skyscraper in a bottle. Each cell was labeled with a serial number and the date when the last egg was put inside. The massive walls of cells were split by sectors with different broods and planned morphotypes. Here and there, a few cells will be contrastingly empty in this wall—left like this for service needs, usually.
Thanks to this filing system, it was easy for Nurse Bees to navigate the rows. It was easy for us, too—I and Ambrosia flew right to the youngest emerging brood without even asking for directions from the Nurses.
Which were here anyway; emergence of every brood was a major event, but those with new genes were always special.
