I was having a bit of a problem thinking of what to write about and so I decided I would go back and read some old posts for inspiration; it worked and here is what I was reminded about.
I have a thing about sea gulls. Ever since I was a small child I have not liked them, not one bit. I remember that as a child we would go to Florida to visit our old neighbors who stayed down there in the winter. (Same people who had cabin in Mio, MI) Often they would accompany us to the beach and feed the gulls. They would hold up pieces of bread in their hand and the gulls would swoop down and grab it.
The husband was doing this once to show me how close they would come; he was in awful pain moments later when the gull hit him in the eye with a load of poop. After that I would just stay in or near the car whenever anyone wanted to feed the gulls.
Shortly after that occurred, I happened to catch the old Hitchcock movie “The Birds” and after watching gulls attacking people and other scary scenes about birds I didn’t even want to be in the same air space as gulls. They creep me out and I absolutely do not like to be near them.
Fast forward to being married and having children of my own and also living out on Long Island. There are hundreds of gulls occupying the air space there; landing in droves in any parking area where there is fast food. I have seen them try to follow people into grocery stores in search of their next snack.
On the particular day that I am thinking of, the gulls were at one end of the parking lot; and our family was at the other end getting food from Checker’s, clearly the kids’ choice. We went into Checker’s, ordered and received our food and headed outside to eat at one of their picnic tables.
As soon as we sat down and started unwrapping our food, the gulls started coming towards us. I was not going to sit out there unprotected from the gulls, so I took my food and went and sat in our van. Soon my girls and sweet hubby followed suit and the gulls started milling around the van.
I was almost finished with my meal, as were the girls, when suddenly the gulls started attacking the top of the van and each other. The more I heard them on the roof and saw how many were circling around the van and walking up to the van, the more creeped out I became.
I kept asking the kids to hurry up and finish so that we could leave the parking lot and all the gulls. I was trying hard to keep the terror out of my voice too as I kept an eye on more than 100 gulls that had surrounded the van.
It was then that I noticed sweet hubby was quietly chuckling to himself. He knew how much those damn birds bugged me. So I asked him what he found so funny. That was when he confessed that he had ordered extra fries and had dropped them in the parking lot on his way back to the van, as well as, put some on the roof of our vehicle. I wanted to throw him out of the van. Here I was sitting there getting terrified because of my totally irrational fear of those birds only to find out that they were basically attacking our van because of him.
I told the kids to buckle up and grab onto their drinks as we were leaving – RIGHT NOW!!! As I drove out of that parking lot, I was yelling at him about his insensitivity and he was chuckling about my “irrational fear” of gulls; when lo and behold a rather large gull landed on the mirror right outside of his window and just seemed to stare at him with pure malice. This caused me to really hit the gas and head for the road.