Time for those creepy little witches, ghosts and other unsavory characters to take over your neighborhood.
This spookiest of all nights got me thinking about things that scare me. And surprisingly it isn't one of the traditional fears like public speaking, heights, snakes, spiders, clowns, Prohibition, etc.
One thing that makes me wary are German shepards. I love all mutts (especially rescue mutts), but have a hard time warming up to a dog that is so much smarter than I am. Seems like you can actually see German shepards thinking... and that makes me nervous.
But my strangest irrational fear? Big birds.
Not Big Bird specifically. Big birds in general. With their razor sharp beaks and cold little eyes.
Hawks, eagles, big black ravens, vultures. If it has feathers and is larger than my head, I want no part of it. Water fowl = foul play. And you know what a group of crows is called? A Murder!
A few years ago we stayed at an RV park in Tucson where one of the residents had two massive parrots that I avoided like the plague. But there was this old dentist that used to do laps around the RV park on his segway, with those parrots parked on his shoulders. Like a pirate on wheels, giving them rides around the park.
It was sorta funny to see the old guy, whipping around the park with these crazy, squawking parrots hanging off his shoulders. But it still scared the frijoles out of me.
Whenever that segway rolled by, I was ready for the birds to hop off and beak me to death. Clearly that never happened since I'm writing this post.
But big birds still creep me out.