The beekeepers become amazing because the bees are so awesome. It's, like, the transitive property of amazingness.

In one of my old books for my honors project, the author told a parable about bees that I really liked. When something bad gets in a beehive, say a dead beetle or mouse, the bees cover it over with wax so that it won't spoil the honey - and we, like bees, can wall up small disappointments so they don't poison the happiness in our lives.