Here in New York, the things it's advisable to avoid, lest our health and life be comprised, are known quantities: snot-faced children on the subway. Pedicabs. Dirty-water hot dogs. We don't have earthquakes or flooding or any sort of natural disasters to be afraid of. On the rare occasions that something new or scary does appear in our midst, it's just a loose coyote or Glenn Beck. Nothing otherworldly. Not unlike the poop bubbles that are growing on an Indiana farm. Poop bubbles that have a history of hurting people.
Last year, a hog farmer in Hayfield, Minn., was launched 40 feet into the air in an explosion caused by methane gas from a manure pit on his farm. He sustained burns and singed hair.
Thank God these can't grow in New York. We just don't have the space for it.
Manure Raises New Stink [WSJ]