I used to raise bees with my step father. The bees hate you at first then they get to know you. After a while they accept you as one of their own. To the point that you can take their hive apart and rob their honey without a suit. They let you take it because they think you are part of the hive.

This is no easy feat and takes years and years to be accepted. I miss the hives, the buzzing the swarms, the life of the hive.

The wildest bees we ever had we never tamed.... they would attack us on sight and knew who we were and what we wanted. They were by far the smartest bees we ever got honey from. Wild as they were they took over a hive by killing the bees we had put there. Their honey was the best of the 5 hives we had. Completely shocked to see such production from such a wild hive. The wild hive is still there to my knowledge, to wild to move. When robbing the hive you even had a time limit before the attack of the swarm would be so fierce that even through your suit you feel them.