I hate pigeons.
And you know that.
So when you see something pigeon related, you think of me.
And if you see something awesome in relation to pigeons, like a news article about ten thousand of them just mysteriously falling dead out of the sky (you’re welcome), you email it to me all, “Thought you’d like this.”
And if you come across a hawk feasting on a pigeon near your work, tearing pigeon flesh asunder with voraciousness, you email me a picture for my own personal pleasure.
And if you see something so crazy off-the-wall like catfish learning to hunt effing pigeons right from the water’s edge, you GUYS ALL LOSE YOUR COLLECTIVE SHIT AND YOU GO CRAZY IN MY INBOX ALL, “MERRY EFFING CHRISTMAS, PITTGIRL!!!!!!1111!!!! TRY NOT TO ORGASM TOO HARD AT THIS!!!!”
I lost a bunch of those sent my way thanks to my delete-trigger-finger, but thank you Bluz, Jonathan, Michelle, Glenn, Lea, Aimee, Rhonda, Fitting Group, Shawn, Brando, Jay, Liz, Stephanie, Jeff, Dan, Scott, Jody, Elaine, and anyone else who sent it to me.
Group hug that evolution is finally addressing the fact that pigeons never should have existed to begin with.
I fully expect in 100 more years we’ll see these catfish grow legs and just start storming the banks armed with ninja stars and awkward kung fu moves.
And little calling cards that say, “What’s’a matter? Catfish got your vermin?”