This morning, I went to bring a bag of garbage back to my Dumpster. I move in a week and every day I swear there are three bags of crap I've found to get rid of. As I approached the Dumpster, I noticed squirrels scurrying up the sides, which kind of grossed me out, even though squirrels are adorable. But one time I lifted the lid and was greeted by a sleepish raccoon who was all, "O hai! I'm sleeping in your trash!" so I'm skittish about animals that subsist on garbage.
In addition to the squirrels, there was a wild turkey scrounging around this morning. What the heck? Turkeys are so large that it freaks me out if I think to hard about how they're birds. And this one was right by the Dumpster. And where there's one there must be more. Between the rodents and the large fowl, I couldn't bring myself to get close enough to open the lid. I just couldn't do it. I was afraid of squirrels and a turkey. I tossed the garbage bag at the base of the Dumpster and turned on my heel and got away from there. The whole time I was telling myself that despite their size, turkeys are not birds of prey, and birds might not even be able to carry rabies anyway, so I'd be okay. But I could not escape the thought of a rabid, scrappy turkey tackling me from behind.
I am a wimp.