For all you beach-goers out there, I offer you this piece of
advice…Don’t go in the water. J.Kidding,
that’s not really it. Though, if I’m being honest, I’m still freaked out by Jaws. And rightly so.
After that movie, sharks really had a name for themselves as
the terrors of the beach. But, don’t let all the hype fool you. They’re not the
real danger.
So, here’s my actual advice…Beware the Gulls.
Those brazen little creepers are out to get you. (Or at
least your food.)
A few years ago, I was having a nice lunch on the beach with
my mother and sister. Just minding my own business. I took out my egg salad
sandwich and was just about to bite into it, when the attack came from above.
The seagull swept down and took the ENTIRE sandwich out of
my hands. The. Whole. Thing. He was like the Grinch taking that last can of Hoo
Hash.
And if that weren’t bad enough, one of his brethren came
over and tried to rifle through my sister’s purse. Almost pilfered a chapstick.
And he would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for us meddling kids.
I know what you’re thinking, But that was years ago. I’m sure they’ve mellowed with age.
Not so.
Only last week a friend
on the other side of the world had her sandwich wrenched from her grasp.
Now, I’m not saying to start fights with seagulls. Not at
all. We’re going to need their aerial prowess when the struggle against the Squirrel
Menace reaches a head.
Just be careful.
And maybe eat your sandwiches inside. Or, at least make
enough to share.
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