Jan 11, 2006 20:48
Gene and I were literally attacked by a flock of seagulls today in the gardens in front of the Louvre.
We hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so we both grabbed some food. I had a waffle, Gene had this cheese-hot-dog thing, and we started walking around this fountain.
Than, out of nowhere, this seagull glided in front of us, looked me in the eye and screamed, then altered its course in the direction of my waffle.
I screamed like a little girl. I am absolutely terrified of birds, or anything for that matter, flying at my head.
I looked at Gene and went OH FUCK. WE HAVE FOOD.
Gene laughed, because he didn't understand.
And then about 40 more birds showed up, started swooping at us and landing in front of us and screeching. I'm not kidding when I tell you I was absolutely terrified, and kept having visions of them pecking my eyes out and then eating my waffle while I falied around.
So we did what anyone would do: we ran. A full sprint, we both just took off, without saying anything.
Gene grabbed a piece of his bun, and threw it as far as he could and screamed "APPEASEMENT." I shit you not, they ALL swooped over, grabbed it, and we back on us within about a second and a half. It was fight or flight, and we fucking RAN. And they chased us, swooping at us and screeching, until we ran past this dude who was throwing out bird food, when they went and attacked him. We finished our food as quickly as we could, and laughed the adrenaline out of our systems.
But seriously, my life flashed in front of my eyes.