Somewhere In North Dakota

Gerald stared at the twenty-foot tower and wondered what it could be.

From a distance, it looked like a giant rock formation protruding from the Earth. It might be described as an upside-down cone or an animal horn sticking out of the ground. Whatever it was, it didn't seem natural.

When examined up close, it obviously wasn't any kind of rock. The old man who was charging one dollar for admission explained. "This here is one of the last remaining stings from when the giant bees invaded. It's lucky the Earth doesn't have an allergy or we'd all be dead."

The Allergy

Last Saturday, I woke up to discover I was allergic to the color green.

I experienced a burning sensation and debilitating pain as I watered my plants, ate a salad for lunch, and finally mowed the lawn in the afternoon. That last one led to a trip to the emergency room.

The allergist was the first to diagnose me. She said it wasn't as unusual as I might think to be allergic to color. She mentioned a friend who had been allergic to yellow his whole life.

The thing is, as Superman, it was bad enough with the kryptonite thing.