Earlier in the day, I heard the Searchers' 1964 version of a 1960 record by LaVern Baker on the radio; I'll reveal the title shortly. And now, at dusk, the song came to life because there was a bee relentlessly circling us that didn't respond to our stepping away or waving our arms. This was weird because perspiration that often attracts bees wasn't a factor at all--neither was that non-sweaty, enormous sweetness we usually project.
G and I had to hightail it back home and skip to the door, making sure that scary thang didn't follow us in the house.
The song I heard earlier was...yes, "Bumble Bee":
"Shoo-wee, you hurt me like a bee
a bumble bee, an evil bumble bee!"
Was this set of circumstances ironic? Alanis Morissette's dumb song "Ironic" might deduce that--and it would be incorrect. Like the other details in that 1995 hit, this was simply a laughable coincidence.