That's it -- now I've gone and broken Belgium

My mother teases me that all I have to do is seriously entertain the prospect of going to a country for it to suddenly burst into the news cycle as the source of a new disease, or spate of bombings, or weird meteorological phenomena. We joke, but of course I chalk it up to some combination of Momism and Uncle Miltism.

I am, however, starting to re-evaluate her position.

(I mean, Belgium? Belgium?)