Block was having a horrible day. He decided to go for a brisk movement to clear his mind when suddenly bombs began flying straight at him. At first they came slowly, but as Block continued into the onslaught hoping desperately to find out who was throwing bombs at him they came at a more and more rapid pace. This annoyed Block, but he was still able to dodge the bombs quite well. Then he noticed something quite peculiar the bombs were only traveling in a small area and he could simply travel on the side in perfect safety. And so Block continued on, still perturbed that someone was trying to kill him with bombs, but feeling much better that they really weren't very good at it. Block tried with all of his might to find out where the bombs were coming from when after passing a hundred or so bombs he remembered what day it was. Why Block felt like a bit of a blockhead, it was the annual bombfish migration, known to travel in heards numbering well into the billions the flying bombfish migration although dangerous to those who get too close is quite the spectacle to observe. Block felt the awesome power of nature as he peacefully observed the migration from a safe distance. No one would ever have to know his silly mistake, and few would understand the serene beauty Block now beheld, looks like it isn't such a bad day afterall Mr. Block.