Back in May, a weary traveler stumbled through the streets of Bordeaux, looking for fresh fruit as a snack on her long journey. She noticed something unnerving in the road ahead – a streak of yellow under the oil-dark sky. Her horror grew as she advanced and the object took shape before her eyes. A piece of wood pointed accusingly at the yellow thing, splayed like roadkill on the sandy ground. She screamed….People stopped to stare. She screamed for hours and hours, until the sun was low behind the trees. Finally a man came out of a tavern and gave her an orange. She stopped screaming, adjusted her cloak, and continued her way down the long, dark road.