I just hopped over to this blog post which was interesting in that it totally freaked me out. Man, I HATE birds. I am a vegetarian. I love animals. I have been known to weep over dead squirrels (by "weep", of course, I mean look at the carcass somewhat sadly and say "aw"). But birds freak me the fuck out and always have. The only thing worse than coming home to find a giant bird in your house? Coming home to find a bat in your house.
It is the fluttering. There's something unnatural about fluttering. If I believed in God, I'd think it was part of His plan to demonstrate to us that evil exists. And it flutters.
