The sawdust beneath a rising lid of the cave-hive is scooped by a basket-wielding mine-worker. Think of this as a type of skull surgery... the doctors take the lid off the brain, place it on the ground, and other assistants dip a basket into the brainpan to remove the loose insulating material.     The night that I, Zoltan Abbassid, was murdered, I had decided to reveal the results of my experiments on the Mesopotamian bees to my family.