Who Me?

Whenever I see Canadian Geese I remember the time I went out to feed the ducks as a kid with my mom. We took some bread and started breaking it up and throwing it to the cute feathered friends. Then a goose, almost as big as me in my memory's eye, came up and tried to eat the bread too. Being biased, I didn't want to feed the large, ugly goose. So it tried to help itself to the bread in my hand and nibbled my finger too. This, of course, traumatized me and I ran crying to Mom.

Oh well. It's character building, right?