I live in a neighborhood with a lake that is bisected by a causeway. When I come home from work I cut across the causeway and there is usually some kind of wildlife giving an entertaining show.
Three turtles hang around on a log that juts out in the middle of the lake, and there’s usually a heron standing along the banks. Now that summer is approaching, the ducks and their little ducklings can also be seen swimming across the lake in single file.
Sounds like a lovely Disney moment, doesn’t it?
Right up until the geese arrived and started pooping everywhere.
It gives me a great deal of pleasure to speed across the causeway and scatter them. Ha!
Am I terrible person?
(Lisa, breathe deeply–I would never hurt them).