We stare across the lawn at a hive which seems to be changing. It wasn't like that the last time we looked. Nearby, a flying saucer lands, and all across the many universes, various gods have gone home for the night, each to watch sports on tv (some have heavy bets, others have professional interest, and the majority just need to relax). As we watch, without much personal interest, the baseboard is quickly covered with a solid sheet of living bodies.     I, Zoltan Abbassid, never wore protective clothing when I worked with my bees.