Man vs. Beast: IT'S ON!

"Holy Hitchcock, Batman!" -- a coworker

At around 8:30 this morning, I rose from the subway and started my ten-minute walk to clinic. I was halfway there -- on 66th and Third -- when a grey blur divebombed my head.

You guessed it. Columba livia strikes again.

Luckily, today is Wednesday, the day I come to work in comfy pants and flats because all of my reasons for wearing skirts and high heels aren't in clinic on Wednesdays. Thus, this time around, I was able to leap out of the pigeon's way instead of taking the hit.

I walked the remaining distance in utter shock. Later in the morning, I put the story in my Gmail away message and Q immediately sent me this link. Apparently, the Times recently ran an article detailing how crows and certain other avian species can actually recognize, remember, and hold grudges against humans.

I showed the article to a colleague and he thought of Hitchcock. I thought of something else entirely: