I have to mention that the queen was unknown. The bees did not know her. She was in her own small box. My mom sprayed all the bees with water to cool them down. When it was time to put the bees in the hive, I GOT TO PULL THE BOX WITH THE QUEEN IN IT. There were also a couple worker bees in there. We had to take off the metal cap because that's how she gets out of the box when she's ready and she's gotten to know the other bees. We hung the queen's box up between two bars with wire.
Do you know how we got the rest of the bees in the hive? My mom banged the box so all of them fell down then flipped the box right into the hive. Since the queen was already in the hive, the other bees wanted to be with her too. And since all of them did not come out, we just put it vertical (that was a good word) with the hole looking toward the hive. And when they were ready, they could come in.
The next day, I was over by the hive again. A bee chased me and stung me right on my knuckle. The stinger was still in it and I got to see the stomach. The stomach was tiny and white. It felt so bad, I screamed. I was not really fussing with the bees but my hand was pretty close to the door and I did not really mean it. I ran inside and got the secret cure. I'll tell you the secret cure but don't tell anybody else: it is baking soda and your saliva. Just make a paste with it and put it on your bee sting. My mom also gave me a homeopathic remedy (mom's note: Apis). It calmed me down. This is weird--it was so long ago, my finger is fine but I can still see the mark that the stinger left.