That One Time the Ducks Did Nothing, but I Blamed Them for Everything
Or, the story of last winter. Just reflecting on my strange love-hate relationship with my family's two ducks, Caramel and Helen. They're adorable and they kill grasshoppers amazingly well, but they're watching... they see all...
So yeah. Last winter, I got a little neurotic and phobic about the ducks. The very sight of them freaked me out. I'm over it now. But yeah. It was weird.











