On a recent, beautifully glorious Sunday in Seattle, my boyfriend and I decided to enjoy the day by having a picnic at Magnuson Park. We weren’t the only ones who had that idea. Soon, we were joined by families with kites, couples with dogs, Frisbee-throwers, and guitar-players. Then, as we lay on the grass, looking out at the water, our serene scene was suddenly punctuated by what sounded like a loud, motorized mosquito. Soon enough, a black object zipped through the air around our heads. And then another one. And then another. WWWWHHHHHHRRRrrrrrrrrrr. They were drones…
