I was once savagely attacked by a seagull. It swooped down from a building just off Wellington Park and tried to take the glasses right of my face, no doubt enticed by a glint of sunshine off the frames. It was a terrible experience and one that required an immediate detour into the local bar and several drinks to settle my nerves. I am not the first person to fall fowl of these daemons in the sky. Over the years, the streets around the Malone and Eglantine Avenue area of South Belfast have been plagued by a gang of psychotic no good gulls, hanging about in groups, loitering, and no doubt chewing gum and spitting.
I tell you this sad tale today, because this is without a doubt the most danger anyone from this neck of the woods is likely to find themselves in with regards to local wildlife. However, across the pond in Florida they have alligators and crocodiles! And I assume that it takes more than a couple of pints of Guinness in Ryan's Bar to settle the nerves after dealing with one of these babies.
And those that do, the good men and women of the