Thanks TwT! And smart choice!
A little story to tell:
About twenty years ago I was hiving a package of bees and they would not go into the hive. Girls were flying about four feet above the ground, set on the hive and take off again...
All this was happening behind the house and in residential neighborhood. I tried everything under the sun, to get them down and in the hive. IE, water hose, sugar water, lemon grass, frames of brood - but the girls refused to cooperate.
After about two hours they decided that they had enough of me. They attacked! Man, they covered my veil so thick, that I had trouble breathing!
(Few years prior to this, bees did kill one beek and when wife came to help they finished her also.)
My wife yelled to me, from our bedroom window, to get away! she said that I was completely covered with bees and that there was not to see even one little patch of white. (Was wearing whole suit)
After a while I panicked from not knowing what to do. I run for the house - to get away from the bees! But wife locked the door! She was even smart enough to call our bee inspector, who was also my friend and mentor.
He (inspector) brought with him a spare queen and we removed the caged one in the hive and installed his. In about twenty minutes the bees crawled in the hive but our triumph was short leaved...
Like a river they poured out of the hive and were again circling about four feet about the ground.
By now I was panicking again. The school bus was about to drop of the kids in front of our house!!!
My mentor was scratching his head, equally puzzled. Than he asked me why would bees kind of - always return to circle over one corner of the garden. I haven't even noticed the pattern of their behaviour...
Than I kind of, over the shoulder, mentioned to him that I threw there the dead bees when I cleaned bottom boards in spring...
Next thing I noticed the old fellow on his knees in the garden. I became alarmed, that they perhaps stung him in was going into anaphylactic shock?
I rushed over but he calmed me down and in few minutes he had in his hand a dead queen which was thrown there with the expired bees.
He took the dead queen and pushed it through the front entrance of the hive. I tell you - one would have to be there to witness this phenomenon!
The bees settled on the ground in the front of the hive and calmly marched in just like when one hives a swarm the old fashioned way.
The problem was over!
That was for three years my best hive - but hot - booooy were they hot !!!
Re-queening didn't help! They would kill the new queen every time and raise their own.
I even re-queened when were no more viable eggs. But they raised their own ... ???
Finally they froze one particularly cold winter.
But working that hive was pure hell...
That also tels you how well they knew/know how far have come AHB ? !