Crows.

Since the days are getting shorter, dusk is coming earlier. Since our crows always attack the skies once dusk (and dawn of course) comes, I always have to walk home from school with waaay too many of those ghastly black birds cawing like crazy above my head.

Another thing: my neighbourhood seems to have some sort of problem with some sort of beetle. I forgot what they were called, but I do remember that the larvae are born in lawns, and feed on the roots of the grass. Therefore, the hungry crows that terrorize the sky all end up digging up our lawns, throwing clumps of grass all over the place and literally reducing the grassy lawn to a large, empty patch of soil, just to eat the damn insects. And once they do, there will usually be about 20 crows to a lawn - I did actually count, so I'm not exaggerating - and they look like black rats swarming all over the place. HUGE black rats that cry out loudly and zoom past you if the wind is strong, like it was today.

In fact, seeing those crows during my four-block walk from my bus stop to home has scared me enough to find it necessary to jay walk across a busy street twice, and walk straight in the middle of the road of a relatively quiet street. Actually, scratch that out. none of the streets were quiet, because the crows are too loud.

Mental note: take the extra bus. Four blocks. One stop. One annoyed bus driver. It's completely worth it.

A group of crows is called a murder. Now I see why.