And do their best to sting you to death. In my early days, when I knew no different I had two ( related ) colonies from hell. Finding the queen In The national hive was not fun. I wore three layers all with long sleeves and leather gauntlets and still took loads of hits. She was squished as soon as I saw her, but the replacement, introduced in a cage was accepted without ado.
As with OP the queen was jet black and so beautiful, but her offspring were simply dangerous ; I too got used to double veils and hats and overalls and double gloves - and not being able to see for a swollen face. Requeening with a cage worked wonders. Well worth the efforts. Good luck
when you take your suit off and count the stings and they are into the hundreds, then that is an angry hive. They may cover you head to toe in bees, not a pleasant experience, your veil, covered in bees that you can barely see out. The most I have been stung where the stings got through and penetrated the skin was thirty stings and hundreds of stings on the suit from one hive. Then hundreds of bees follow you back to the car. I resort to using strong smelling tobacco to deal with them later on, to mask the alarm pheromone.
