Did you hear about the massive swarm of bees that descended upon Times Square earlier this week?
"Thousands of bees swarmed part of Times Square on Tuesday afternoon, sending tourists and passers-by scrambling before the bees settled on the cart of a very unhappy hot-dog vendor at 43rd Street and Broadway.
The mass of insects was so dense it weighed down sections of the stand’s umbrella.
The incident lasted all of an hour before the New York Police Department’s own beekeeping team vacuumed up the horde of honeybees and took them safely to a new location."
This story struck a particular chord with me.
I'm allergic to bees. They kill me dead if they sting me.
But hot dogs are my second favorite food item in the world, and one of my favorite things overall.
Bees and hot dogs. Friend and foe collide. A bizarre, incomprehensible combination of my favorite and least favorite things.
It almost feels as if the universe is winking at me. Or threatening me.