duck, duck, goose!

today i had lunch with my friend, allison up on campus. she made me a delectable sandwich, and we were just sitting there, on the grass, enjoying life, when this duck comes waddling over. first off, ducks walk REALLY weird. seriously. i don't think i have ever watched a duck waddle towards me, but man it's a strange experience. so it comes over and i can tell he totally wants my sandwich. heck no!! for some reason, it was taking me an extremely long time to eat that sandwich. probably because it was huge. anyway, i had pulled some of the bread off because it was soggy. so there was a large-ish chunk of bread just sittin there, so allison threw it to the duck. (except apparently, my skills at tearing bread are rudimentary at best, so i had torn off like half of my piece of bread. meaning that there were parts of that chunk that were kind of hard-ish. but she threw it at the duck nonetheless.) the duck attacked it. we were scared that the duck would try to swallow it and it would get stuck and the duck would die and it would be on our conscience. while all this was going on, a group of asian EFY kids walked by. some of them came up to us and asked us if they could take a picture of the duck. we graciously gave them our permission, since the duck was obviously ours. we then watched as the duck finished that piece of bread and waddled off to eat someone else's food.
i had this thought: are duck's tastebuds the same as ours? i started to come up with all sorts of different experiments that could be done, but then allison shot down my hopes and dreams by telling me that animal cruelty was not allowed. that wasn't my plan at all, but i gave up anyway.
i just have one serious question. it will keep you pondering for a while.

what would happen if you gave hot cheetos to a duck?


sidenote: a couple years ago, i was staying with thelissa for a few moons. one friday, she had her babysitting swap kids over. they were outside playing duck, duck, goose. denny was playing with them. i joined in, because who doesn't love a good game of duck duck goose? thelissa made a point to remind the kids multiple times that "once you choose someone, you have to run around the circle and sit in the exact same place they were sitting." at one point, i was it, and i "goosed" eliza (and yes, i just made that into a verb), who happened to be sitting on denny's lap. i wanted to play by the rules, so i sat in the exact same place she had been sitting: in denny's lap.
great moment in history