Alright, so I am scared of geese. I mean they hiss, the bite, they chase you. When you look at them, you think you can out run them, make it to safety but that is never the case. When you see or think of geese you may see this:
While I see this:
Dramatic, yes. But is it the closest representation I could find to when one of those scary birds bore a hole in to my soul with their beady black eyes? yes.
So on Tuesday while I was driving to get new tires on my car because I had 2 flats (yes, you read the correctly 2 flats), I was following my husband when all of a sudden I was accosted in my vehicle by geese.
They were doing this:
No, they weren't fighting in a secluded pond far away from me, where I couldn't be traumatized by the sound of their hissing and honking.. oh no they were doing it right in front of my car. Almost on my car. They were in the middle of the street and I had to slam on my brakes to not hit them, I don't like them but I do brake for animals... even evil ones. All I could do was scream and cruse my moon roof for not closing more quickly.
Y'all I thought I was going to die.
Hubs couldn't stop laughing at me because I was screaming like a little girl white knuckling my steering wheel yelling at the geese to not hit my car or kill me.
If you ask my husband it was over in a few seconds, but for me it seemed like a goose filled hell.