Ah, the moon: famously not what the Death Star is, something most poets are sexually attracted to, and repository for astronaut poop. What is it about this lunar majesty that makes people gaze heavenward, eyes fixed to infinite beyond, and say, “I'mma nuke that moon?” These are mysteries of the human heart. One mystery of the human body is that apparently you can be allergic to the moon. Yes, the moon shall continue to puzzle and awe humanity for eons to come, but we all at least know one thing: do not hex the moon. The moon is more powerful than all of us.