Geese are a vile hellspawn that cannot be controlled through any natural means. When a goose has claimed your property as it's own, you surrender your property to it, move elsewhere, and strike any evidence of your existence from all local records.
That being said, one of these vile creatures has decided to make my workplace its home. In fact, over the past two weeks, said goose has built a nest in front of the main entrance of our building, and has proceeded to lay eggs and incubate them, hoping to create a whole new generation of tiny hellspawn to follow in its personal legacy.
Though the goose may look innocent enough, it tends to hiss at anyone who walks by, which tends to happen pretty often considering it has set itself up RIGHT AT THE ENTRANCE OF THE BUILDING. Granted, I'll admit the various shouts I've heard over the last week from my coworkers who smoke outside that entrance make it all worth it. Some coworkers frantically suggested we call animal control, while others seemed to create a sort of rivalry with the goose. Still, no one dared get overly close to the goose, as we're haunted by not only this goose, but it's loyal husband who forever stands guard.
As I'm sure you notice, upon my snapping this shot, the goose had just started pacing in the opposite direction. This reason, and this reason alone, is why I still have both of my eyes.
Hopefully, over the next week, these two hellspawn will finally leave, but I don't truly know what to expect. No one truly knows what to expect when geese are involved.
A goose bit me once.
ReplyDeleteIt has cemented my everlasting hate for the species every since.
The only acceptable goose is a goose in my belly.
And I mean cooked and consumed. Not like chest-bursters from Alien.