My introduction to beekeeping was in Tennessee where I was given 2 hives that had been left out in the woods for a couple of years. They were essentially wild bees having not seen a beek since their grandparents were alive. One hive was strong the other very sparse, but both were NASTY MEAN! They buzzed angrily in my face, covered my suit and gloves and tried to crawl up my pant-legs. The strong hive emptied when I smoked it so I ended up leaving most of crankiest bees behind when I moved the hives to my house. When I pulled the block from the entrance at home, more bees poured out and tried to attack me. This was years before any African bees appeared in the U.S. One managed to find a hole in the worn out hood the guy gave me and I had a bee in my bonnet! I got away from the hive as I struggled to unzip it and get it off. I whipped off the hood and ran for the house with the bee in hot pursuit. Normally, bees won't pursue you beyond a few yards from the hive. Not this one! she chased me 3 laps around the house and stayed with me in spite of my ducking under branches. I finally escaped into the house. When I came back out a few minutes later, she resumed the chase! I sprinted to where I dropped my hood and managed to put in on to protect my face. At that point I stopped. She landed on me to sting whereupon I mashed her guts out. It took a few weeks, but they eventually calmed down without re-queening. The guards were still agressive and would buzz angrily at my hood, but the rest got used to my intrusions. Give them time, they'll be fine.