It seemed funny at the time, hanging in the high noon streets and chatting up the cool homeless kids down by the fountain, when that old man pushed his shopping cart past and offered you that lightly worn 18 x 24" print. The black boot stomping down the hive, the words "I HATE BEES" in yellow block lettering. It doesn't seem so funny now that ultradimensional bees are raiding your space through the portal you've opened. You dash across the room, reaching to grab and rip that poster down before any of them notice your true feelings.