Back in 1929 when I was a little squirt ten years old, I saw a male Scarlet Tanager perched in a Lilac bush nearby. Voila, I was bitten by birds. A few years later, ahem, I was bitten by albatrosses, boobies, hawks, etc. in my work as a wildlife biologist. Oh, yes, also puked on when banding albatross. And when walking through thousands of Sooty Terns and Bonin Island Petrels in nesting colonies, I was thankful that cows didn't fly. Lots of pages in my bird book.

Gene Kridler
Squirm-er-Sequim, WA