So, excuse me if my blonde is showing, but I just called the county dog warden to tell them we don’t have a dog problem, but rather a duck problem. Yep. That’s right. You read that correctly: a duck problem. I left them an enthralling message about how I know they aren’t in the duck business, but the county website doesn’t offer any good information on wildlife rescue and I need some ducks rescued pronto. Actually, they are goslings. I also corrected myself in this voicemail. I took about 30 seconds to at least redeem myself after calling them Canadian Geese ducklings to correctly name them goslings. Yes, dog warden, I know they are goslings, but all I could think about was their yellow baby status and that reminded me of ducklings.
I finished leaving the message and Dave walked over. He asked me why I just called the dog warden to leave a message about geese. I told him why and he laughed at me and said, “why didn’t you just call the Ohio Department of Natural Resources? What’s the dog warden going to do?”
Why didn’t I think of that two minutes before leaving that damn message? Well, now I have the phone number for a naturalist. Tomorrow, when the dog warden hopefully does return my call to rub in what an imbecile I can be, I will recognize the area code and spare myself more humiliation.