ray-ray says

I was having reoccurring flashbacks to this while on my run yesterday:



People everywhere love the bird silhouette. They seem so cute and harmless sitting up there on the wires.



I hate 'em.

I know what those "cute" little birds are capable of doing to a lone runner minding her own business.

I know we're supposed to have a lesson to learn from every living creature and I'm positive I have figured out the birds.

They protect their young like no other. They don't care who the heck you are, if you and your presence cross their comfort zone, they execute a full-scale attack on your sorry self. And they don't give up until you are sufficiently scared and running away like a little girl.

Lesson learned. On to the next one, Big Guy.

Yesterday I was also chased for a bit by something that looked like this:



Only it was barking at me. And I'm pretty sure it was foaming at the mouth. And had red eyes. And it's claws were making a clicking noise on the pavement. And it made me pee my running shorts.

I need to start packing some heat when I go running.

Maybe a little derringer will do.