Earlier this week, I wrote about the Toad Terror — the amphibian attack from a flabby foe that wanted to bring me to my knees. For some reason.

It didn’t stop there.

The next morning, I’m enjoying my coffee watching the morning news. I see motion between the arm of my recliner and the seat. It’s this:

It’s our year-old “void”, Melissandre. Staring at me. Not wanting pets. Not offering affection. Just… glaring.

The following morning. Same time. Same menacing cat face.

Just watching. And watching. And menacing. She also did the same thing the next morning, so I ducked out to the patio and saw… THIS!

The malevolent swan was in the pond about 75 yards from the patio railing. It saw me. Waddled up to the rail, three feet away, for no other reason than to give me the stink eye.

It hissed at me.

Maybe I should just stay inside.