There's always something weird going in my apartment complex. There was the devil doll, the crazy iPod lady, and now there's the goose.



At least I think it's a goose (I don't know birds all that well). He just showed up one day at your complex, and has claimed an area between the security gate and the Reedy river as his own.

At first I was kinda, "Stupid bird" or "What's that stupid bird looking at me for." But, now I've grown quite accustomed to seeing him hanging out by the gate when I get home.

I think he might be some kind of reincarnated businessman (or television lackey) who died in recent years, and is now spending his second life as a goose. I say that because, after a hard day's work, I drive through the gate and he gives me a look that says, "I hear ya man. Believe me, I've been there."

I can't really remember the day he first showed up, but I was kinda disappointed that he wasn't around when I got home today. Also, I certainly hope it doesn't have anything to do with me feeding him several "Pizzalicious" flavored Pringles.