First off, I wasn't involved. (I say that because of that pesky bee allergy.)
Secondly, everyone is okay.
Now then, my husband was on a hike with 15 kids and an additional naturalist on an off-trail hike. That off-trail hike involved flipping logs over to find "the good stuff." Tens of thousands of logs are flipped in the park yearly. Never has it been a problem.
Hubs was 50 feet out with his group and the other naturalist flipped a log with one of the 9 year old campers. Hubs said that the swarm was aggressive. The kiddo was covered. Hubs actually said that the kid looked like a bee keeper minus the uniform.
He ran over and hung over the kid to shield him while wiping and grabbing handfuls of bees and "crushing them" with his hands. Kids were screaming. The poor kiddo Hubs was trying to protect was getting stung time and time again. Frankly, so was Hubs. He was so concerned for the kid that he didn't even notice.
Hubs called 911. The ambulance met them at the trail head. 5 people total were stung, 1 with 3 stings, he had probably 30, his coworker and a little girl probably had 20 each but the kiddo he was trying to help ended up with the most-- 100 or better.
Incredibly, the 9 year old didn't have any type of severe reaction, but out of caution he was transported for observation. Hubs came home absolutely emotionally exhausted and worried beyond belief for I-. I gave Hubs benadryl, zantac and rubbed down his stings with Betamethasone. We waited until 8 PM and when he didn't hear anything, he phoned and left a message.
Thankfully, the mom called back. I- was doing well, but wouldn't be attending the last day of camp. (Some observation continuing is my guess.) She thanked Hubs and said how I- said that Hubs was trying to help him and protect him.
Hubs did for I- exactly what he would have done for K-. I'm proud of him.