Today, my dear journal, I was attacked.

Yes! Attacked, I say! Viciously! I have no doubts as to the fiend's motive...murder. Murder...most FOUL.

Either that or the damn crow had heatstroke.

It was pretty weird. It was more of a "this could totally be part of a film/book!" moment than a "HOLY CRAP IT'S GOING TO KILL ME" moment.

The first time it swooped down upon me I thought it was an accident...

...the second time I grew suspicious. My suspicion grew as I looked up into the trees to see it screaming at me...I walked on; it followed.

Then I guess I did freak a little. I had to run until I got to the main road, and when I got to the main road, I saw it soaring overhead...

Man, what was HIS problem?

It reminded me of the time a squirrel threatened me...and of the time I was chased by a horse.

I don't think animals like me much.