When I was a much younger man, and before, there was an old long abandoned house in some trees. The vines ect, had completely covered it, and the farmer leasing the land, did not even know the house was there, even though he plowed all around the very small stand of trees.
I had discover the house as a young boy huntin, and pokin around. Even the old timers had either forgotten about the house, or never knew.
Long story shortened? There was a hive of wild bees in the wall next to the chimney, and the honey would run out onto the stone floor in front of the fire place. I go in there occasionally, get the dust off the top, and eat some of the honey during the winter months. A bulldozer found that house years ago. Too bad.