The fae are out to get us!
Husband and I have been drinking mead all day... because why not, It's a day off.
We walked to the mailbox to check the mail. We have one of those cluster boxes. The mailbox is between our house and the house across the street from us.
Before we approach the sidewalk we have some palm trees to kind of give us a visual barrier from the street.
In our palm tree is a chunk of bread?
Not even 3 seconds later Matt is spitting out his drink?
In the 45 seconds it took us to get from the front door to the sidewalk, Matt almost swallowed a bee...
This is not normal.