I was just out on an attempted trail run at dusk in the same network of trails I've been running for years.
In the last month I've had now three separate run ins with this bytch, the first two were cordial.
Tonight however, that rusty c*nt literally came up behind me and attempted to sink her talons into the back of my skull.
Now thankfully Coli fam, I tie a tshirt around my head because there are typically a lot of deer flies this time of year that will relentlessly chase you in the woods and the bites hurt. So instead of sinking her talons into the tender back of my head, this aggressive hoe clasped the double knot sitting back there instead.
At this point, my run is done and im walking the trail (still progressing), back peddling and keeping an eye on this sheisty homicidal killer.
SHE ATTEMPTS A SECOND SWIPE AT ME...I have to duck down onto the ground seeing her talons making another play at life. She drifts to a tree 10 feet ahead of me with no intention of leaving me be.
So now Im picking up branches and heaving them up her way to create some distance between us. Deciding I'm not going to be the guy you read about in the news that got killed by a fukking owl while minding his own business, I decided to start heading back towards the fields and getting off her block.
The fukk I do to deserve that shyt?!?
In the last month I've had now three separate run ins with this bytch, the first two were cordial.
Tonight however, that rusty c*nt literally came up behind me and attempted to sink her talons into the back of my skull.
Now thankfully Coli fam, I tie a tshirt around my head because there are typically a lot of deer flies this time of year that will relentlessly chase you in the woods and the bites hurt. So instead of sinking her talons into the tender back of my head, this aggressive hoe clasped the double knot sitting back there instead.
At this point, my run is done and im walking the trail (still progressing), back peddling and keeping an eye on this sheisty homicidal killer.
SHE ATTEMPTS A SECOND SWIPE AT ME...I have to duck down onto the ground seeing her talons making another play at life. She drifts to a tree 10 feet ahead of me with no intention of leaving me be.
So now Im picking up branches and heaving them up her way to create some distance between us. Deciding I'm not going to be the guy you read about in the news that got killed by a fukking owl while minding his own business, I decided to start heading back towards the fields and getting off her block.
The fukk I do to deserve that shyt?!?
fukk then a got damn me hummingbird askin questions...
