When Geese Attack

Friday I had to take the day off because Bowen's daycare was closed. ((Seriously, they close for everything. Like MLK Jr day..who the fuck closes for that?! We live in Vegas for God's sake!!)) Anyways, after the crazy week I had, I was looking forward to chilling with my boy.

Bowen and I got to sleep in, which was awesome. Then we went to lunch with Reggie. Bowen loves Reggie. He kept trying to tickle him from the backseat on the way to lunch. He even acted awesome during the meal. I love Reggie and since he served our country, it only made sense to take him to out. Then after we dropped Reggie off at home, Bowen and I went to the duck pond.

The duck pond changed the day.

I had half a loaf of bread that was pretty stale and needed to be thrown out. Perfect reason to hit up the calm, fun duck pond. So we get to the park and go potty. (Thank God, because I may have pissed my pants in the next few minutes...) We walk up to the duck pond and there are tons of ducks and geese just hanging out. So I throw a few pieces to the animals and everything was going good. Bowen gets excited and wants to join in. Ok..Bowen throws some bread (Like a whole piece) out there and the ducks are happy, but the geese are slowly creeping closer, so we both scoot back. And in the next minute and a half was a flurry of bread being thrown as far as I could throw it so the birds would back the fuck off and us taking gigantic steps backwards.

One goose was giving me the evil eye. I think it smelled blood and wanted to fucking eat me. So Bowen is getting freaked out because the geese are as tall as he is and getting awful close. So I throw some more bread and a goose literally is two inches from me so I swing my bread bag at its head and tell Bowen we gotta go. That damn goose was retaliating. It made some ridiculous sound and started lunging it's head at my arm. I threw the rest of the bread on the ground and Bowen and I ran.

Bowen is yelling, "RUN MOMMY!!! THEY ARE GOING TO EAT US!!!!" And I was laughing so hard at the ridiculous situation going on, but also because I don't want to get bit by the goose chasing me. We were literally running for our lives.

So we make it to the end of the walkway and are laughing and I see a little boy crying. He saw the entire thing and was telling his mom, "Don't make me go over there!!!"

Bowen and I walk back to our car and he tells me that he does not want to feed the ducks anymore. From now on he just wants to go to the park, not the duck pond. I, of course, acted brave, but I sure as shit don't want to go back either. That is NOT cool. Damn ducks attacking people. The City of Las Vegas needs to be doing something about that.