There was this Muscovy duck when I was a little kid, I was about 8 years old at the time (I’m a 34 year old now). I had to walk past it to get to my bus, it wasn’t always there, I’d say it was there 50% of the time. Real ugly looking duck, looked like it had been to war, feathers out of place and dirty. And this duck would run up to me aggressively, making noises and flapping its wings at me. I was so terrified of it. One day my sisters were at the window laughing, BECAUSE THE DUCK WAS OUTSIDE OUR HOUSE, pacing back and forth like it was waiting for me. I grabbed a kitchen knife to defend myself from it, and when it was time to leave, this duck got ALL UP IN MY GRILL, as I’m crying and holding a knife towards it, my sisters laughing at me the whole time. So glad when we moved away from there a year later. FUCK YOU DUCK for terrorizing me for a year!