One time, when Athena was but an adorable infant, she and I were outside playing and I looked up and saw a great big eagle circling overhead. And then I looked back down at my winsome baby girl, looked up at the eagle again, picked up my child and went inside. Because, yes, maybe it was insane to be paranoid about a circling eagle. But on the other hand, I’d rather be paranoid than have to try to get “an eagle took our baby” past her mother.
Well, people: Was I really that paranoid? Perhaps not!
Look to the skies, people. Look to the skies.