No one can deny that the honey badger "don't care", but has anyone observed the similarly dispassionate nature in a more common land dweller--the pigeon?
Living in the city, I come close to accidentally kicking up to five pigeons during my walk to the cafe alone. Why do I almost kick them?
They don't get out of the freakin' way!
Unlike most foul, who will haul a** the minute they sense even the slightest of footsteps, pigeons would seemingly rather get mowed over by a random gaggle of pedestrians than bother themselves with the chore of flying away.
Case in point, I was in DC recently, waiting for my train at Union Station and this happened:
What you can't hear in this video is me going "OoOoOooOOoHHHhh!!!" when the pigeon gets really close to my foot, because...you know...bird flu...
I guess it's commonplace for pigeons to just mosey on in, because no one seemed to mind (the most extreme reaction I saw was a woman looking slightly perturbed when one flew over her head, nearly careening into her soy latte) and there were about four wandering aimlessly.
There was not a single f*** given that day by a pigeon. They just wandered about, sat on seats, and waited for a train to come that they hadn't purchased tickets for.
Rats with wings? I like to think of them as the Snoop Doggs of the sky.
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