Perhaps some of you will recall my violent aversion to swans. But for those who do not, here's a quick recap:
Swans make me queasy because all I can think about when I see them is that it's possible for their necks to be tied in a knot.
Apparently this thought reveals some sort of damage deep within and around my psyche, but we need not get into that here. What we do need to get into here is the fact that these...these...these...birds take my discomfort to a whole new level.