So I'm setting up for an outdoor ceremony for Naomi and Mike at Mercer Museum in Doylestown, Pa. on Sept. 6, 09 when I inadvertently set my speaker down on a nest of ground bees. Within seconds, my speaker was swarmed by about 250 screaming mad bees. I, of course, high-tailed it out of there unscathed. What to do now? I decided to set up with my other speaker and worry about the bees later, figuring they might settle down. Nothing doing! I finished setting up for the ceremony, all the while monitoring the bee situation, which seemed to be(e) getting worse. It was like something out of a movie.
Shortly before the ceremony was about to begin, Mike said that he was "going in" to get my speaker. By this time, I was perfectly content to leave it where it was, do the reception with one speaker, which would have been more than enough sound for the Elkins Gallery, and try to retrieve my speaker after the sun went down, and hopefully, the bees as well. The only problem was the impending threat of rain. I told Mike, "No way!! You're the groom. If you go in there, those bees will be all over you". Luckily, he thought better of it. One of his groomsman,though, Eric, did not. With Eric at his side, Mike Says, "We're going to get your speaker". Again, I protested, "Please, don't!" Eric was having nothing of it. "I'm not allergic to bee stings. I'll do it. No problem". Before I could say anything else, he calmly walked up to the speaker, at which point I heard him say, "Wow, this is really bad!" He grabbed the speaker and slid it as far away from the bees as he could, taking a few "hits" in the process. Within about thirty seconds, the bees had retreated back to their nest in the ground and Eric was fine. The ceremony went on without a hitch and I had a new hero in my life. I made sure to tell him so. Thank you, Eric.
