The two are kneeling, using their ape hands (Planet of the Apiaries) to push the bees around at the entrance to the sawdust packed hives. Too eager bees crowd forward, some of them agents for a foreign power, intent upon planting some sort of chemical or bio-electric bugging mechanism painlessly under the fingernails of the reaching researchers.     The Mesopotamian bees of my grandfather were waiting for me on this planet.