I worked night deliveries. Each night I saw this huge flock of ducks staying warm in the middle of the street up past the temple. I never drove too fast so it was kind of entertaining.

One morning I come to that corner and there are what seems like a million dead ducks and a few wounded/spazzing dying ducks. Someone had apparently run them over.

So I called the cops to let them know. No joke - the cop starts interrogating me. He is convinced someone did it with a “baseball bat” and thinks it might have been me.

Weird.