Yep, you read it right … a pelican.
As I rubbed around the wound it occurred to me that this didn’t-see-that-one-coming experience is the story of my life. Any time I try to do something good, another little something creeps up behind to take a chunk out of my backside. You’d think I’d learn my lesson ….
So how exactly did I find myself dabbing a towel on my bloody calf from a pelican bite?