“Water turns to blood; prize farm animals keel over dead; darkness and disease cloak the earth; hail rains from the skies; frogs arrive with small armies of lice and flies and locusts; and just when shit seems impossibly fucked, you have to fend off that nagging death plague by splashing lamb's blood on your stoop. That notorious run of bad luck already went down once, way back in the day, but in S”
