The Goose
There is a goose that has settled in by the duck pond in our trailer court. It is not a cute little canadian goose. It is a monstrous, nasty son of a bitch that makes rounds every morning, squawking, making sure everyone knows that it has claimed its territory.
The first time I heard it, I thought someone was slowly operating a very old pogo stick. The noise this creature makes is unearthly, and I want it dead.
In the nicest way possible, of course. I hate geese.
I've been having a lot of dreams that are just like a normal day. Or I dream about going to work and realizing I'm not supposed to be there. And then a loud squawking jolts me out of my dreams and leaves me staring up at my ceiling, imagining letting Charlie loose on the goose, and then it would chase him around the park.
I wonder if daylight to nocturnal animals is like night time to day dwelling creatures. Like, are there sugar gliders out there that are afraid of the light? Or gangs of bats that attack innocent bats in the light of day? I would be excited to see the goose get attacked by bats. Or badgers.
Effin' goose.
The first time I heard it, I thought someone was slowly operating a very old pogo stick. The noise this creature makes is unearthly, and I want it dead.
In the nicest way possible, of course. I hate geese.
I've been having a lot of dreams that are just like a normal day. Or I dream about going to work and realizing I'm not supposed to be there. And then a loud squawking jolts me out of my dreams and leaves me staring up at my ceiling, imagining letting Charlie loose on the goose, and then it would chase him around the park.
I wonder if daylight to nocturnal animals is like night time to day dwelling creatures. Like, are there sugar gliders out there that are afraid of the light? Or gangs of bats that attack innocent bats in the light of day? I would be excited to see the goose get attacked by bats. Or badgers.
Effin' goose.