I live across the street from a duck pond. It's actually a really pretty duck pond, with trees all over the place and sometimes deer, if you're lucky. And those ducks...haha, they are hilarious! If I was over there more, I'd probably start naming them because that's how much I love those ducks (really, I'm not crazy...promise). Well, sometimes those ducks get pretty lost from their little habitat in the pond, and after walking up the Stairs from Hell, sometimes there will be two or three ducks at the top of the hill in the middle of the road, or just on the grass after crossing the road. It's pretty funny to see how far they'll venture away from their home. Yesterday, though, they weren't on campus or anything...they were on a suicide mission apparently to get across the street (and this street at the time of day this happened is pretty busy). I was crossing as well, and I notice the pandemonium that had ensued between all the cars trying to get where they were going, but while trying to dodge the ducks. Meanwhile, the ducks are just waddling across the road, completely unaware of the chaos they were causing. I laughed. I almost got run over by a car because I wasn't paying attention and I was laughing at the ducks, but whatever. That's the price you pay, I guess.
What really gets me, though, is that the cars that were dodging the ducks were being more careful around them than most cars are around the actual people crossing the street. What a sick world we live in. Cars come as close as they can to the cross walk without actually hitting people to get to where they need to go two seconds sooner. Ridiculous. But hey...at least the funny ducks are spared!