Beeslayer

About half an hour ago, I was sitting in the S-Bahn here when I noticed a bee crawling on the floor - not one of those fluffy yellow ones, a small one. Its wings were lopsided, and it obviously wasn't much up to flying. The two women sitting next to and across from me noticed it a few seconds after I did, and both of them assumed that sort of verge-of-panic expression some people get around bees. They did look really nervous, and so when the bee crawled within range, I quietly got my shoe over it and pressed down. The three of us comtemplated my shoe for a minute, and then looked up at a huffy sigh from our right. A fourth woman was standing with a piece of paper in hand. She looked at me and said, "I was going to put it out the window," then turned and went to the other end of the carriage. The woman next to me said, relieved, "Well, it looked like it was dying anyway." But it was too late.

So, as you go about your business, if you notice a giant rent in the karma of the universe, it's my fault. I'm really, really sorry.