For me, as a fifth grader, a mile and a half walk home is pretty far from your bus stop. It's enough to get killed. Yeah, exactly. I get off the bus, and after five minutes of walking, all of a sudden, this vulture, not vulture, it was like a black crow, started attacking me. It landed on my head. Is this a real story? Yes, it's a real story. It landed on my head and started with its peak. It wouldn't stop. It wouldn't stop. I didn't know what was attacking me. I was getting killed. I didn't know by what, but it took me a little while to figure out it was a bird on my head because I just didn't know what was hitting me. You would never think. Exactly. I was so scared. I was young, so I was running home, running home. It attacked me for about half a mile. It would not let you go. Oh my God. Do you have a fear of birds? No, it wasn't very traumatizing, if anything. It was almost flattering. Of all the people, it picked me. It was almost fluttering. Oh.