I did the bee thing 30+ years ago. I had 3 or 4 hives.
I bought one box of bees through the mail and collected the rest myself from swarms.
I collected one swarm downtown Indianapolis during lunch hour while wearing a business suit. I cut off the tree branch with my pocket knife and placed it in a cardboard box I got from a business nearby. I folded the box shut and put it opening-down in the back of my pickup truck. I parked back in the parking garage. When I got back to work, I mused with my co-workers about what would happen if a thief tried to steal the box from the truck.
The longer I had them, the meaner they got. When dealing with bees, you never think of individual bees, unless the individual has managed to get inside the veil with you. At that point, you think ONLY about that individual. Once, I had so many inside the veil that I ran and ripped off the veil. They chased me all the way back to the house, about 800 feet. Fortunately, it was upwind or I wouldn't have been able to stay ahead of them. Now I would be able to run (slowly) maybe 80 feet.
One night, I went out after dark (they won't fly at night) and pulled all the comb frames out and piled them up on the truck's tailgate brushing off the bees from the combs, pant legs, gloves, etc.
I broke up the combs and put them in a pressure cooker pot that held 3 or 4 gallons and warmed it up on the stove. I strained off the crud consisting of larvae, form wires, cocoons, etc. Then I skimmed off the beeswax. I then poured the remaining honey into quart and pint jars.
That supplied my extended family with honey for years.
It was fun until they got mean. I still have some of the bee stuff laying around in the basement and barn if someone wants it.
John