Is this you telling a joke that I don’t get? Or God telling a joke that I do…?
When I opened my newspaper, there were many, many, tiny bees inside. I had to call someone else to viciously murder them/shoo them outside.
Normally I’d take a situation like that as a clear sign that I should wish for the death of print media, but I have friends who work for newspapers, so instead I guess I’ll side with whatever’s killing the bees. Sorry, bees.