Yesterday I was assaulted by two animals. As I was getting out of the car for church, this large ugly dog lunged toward me and I shrieked loudly. Kevin was amused by this.
After church, we took a picnic lunch to the park. Kevin took Meredith to the pond to feed the ducks some of our leftover chips. At that point, a particularly ugly goose decided to make a run for me. I again screamed loudly and started running away. Kevin, again, was amused.
Why do animals hate me so much? They must sense that I don’t like them either.
For the record, I also scream at ugly bugs.