Yeah, seriously. When I was a preteen my mother loved to go feed bread to ducks at the lake (I know, but it was free). More than once I had a goose think it was hot shit and hiss at me, and they, like people, never have a plan for when they get popped in the beak.
I hated doing it, but I wasn’t about to be chased off by an uncooked holiday dinner.
That’s the name of the game with boomers. Gotta keep yourself going until you die in office so conservatives can have another win and erase anything you may have accomplished.
Why yes, I am still mad about RBG, why do you ask?