When The Gull Strikes

Long story short, Kristin was accosted by a seagull during her trip to the beach last week.  Now, if you know Kristin, then you know she has a great disdain for the beasts of the air.  She was minding her own business, munching on her sandwich at lunch when, all of the sudden, a great white cloud descended upon her and attacked her finger.  The bird bit. Her. Finger.  The bird drew blood, people.  That is sick and disgusting and wrong.  And come to think of it, also disgusting.  Undoubtedly, she will have scars.

Poor dear.  Though I can't imagine how frightening that must have been at the time (*snicker*), I can't help but double over in laughter every time I think about Kristin sitting in the sand, minding her own business, thinking about how good that smoked turkey on rye was, when all of the sudden–BAM.  Attacked.

Birds are sick.  I'm sorry, Bob and Mark and Karen if you ever stumble across this blog and see my disparaging remarks about the creatures.  Yes, God clothes them and counts their feathers and puts food in their mouths and whatnot.  But they are not. Our. Friends.

~ by andtheivy on Tuesday, June 20, 2006.