We All Have Enemies-Personal Essay

I feel that everyone in the world is at odds with a certain species, such as a dogs, cats, or even fish. I have known for a while who my foe is, and yet still don't know the motive behind it. My secret enemy are birds.
To my knowledge I did not start this war, but I will finish it if I have to. It started back when I was in early elementary school, there was a BlueJay that would hang around outside my window. It would stare at me, but I just thought it was pretty. Eventually it started to dive bomb at my head everytime I went outside. My mother wanted me to wear a helmet, but the only one I had was part of a tag team game. It was red and had a black box dangling from it which would screech out a noise anytime you were shot with the proton gun. The helmet got in my way a lot when I was playing outside. Everytime I would swing on the swing set the chains would scrape against the sides of my helmet and would hurt my ears.
However, the helmet did protect me from any diseases it may have carried. There have been multiple times where I have been pooped on. Once when I had been up all night studying for a final I was taking a shortcut through the student union,The Mountainlair, and I felt a warm drop of liquid on my head. I went to wipe it away and I noticed that it was white. I ran into the parking garage to wipe it off with my backpack, because that is all that I had with me at the time. I told myself that it was goodluck, but deep down I know that wasn't true. It was part of my bird curse. Another incident occurred when I had just washed my car and parked it at the City Park. I had just finished my run when I noticed that it had been violated five times on the windshield by some wicked birds. There were no trees around or powerlines. I was so angry that I grabbed my cell phone to complain to my friend Ashton. While it was ringing I felt something warm land on my shoulder. I too had been violated. They have tiny brains, but they must work at full capacity. There must been plans being made when they sit on the powerlines all day chirping. Maybe they discuss who and where they will strike next.
My last story that I wish to share took place at Hilton Head Island. I had driven down there for a friends wedding and was enjoying the day at the beach lying in the sand. I decided to leave my stuff next to Ashton and check out the live band that was playing about 100 yards away. Looking around the beach I noticed that there weren't any seagulls, just gangs of crows. I watched the band for a couple minutes and proceeded back to my spot in the sand. While I was walking I noticed a large crow standing on my beach bag. It had its head stuck inside looking for something. I yelled at Ashton to wake up and scare the bird away, but it was too late. It had reach into my beachbag and into my purse and retrieved a ziplock bag of Ibeprofin. They were essential because of my horrible cramps that weekend. The crow flew over to a family of rocks and started to peck at the bag, trying to get the pills out. I ran after him and everytime I would get close, he would take it and fly down the beach to another group of rocks. He was clearly a professional, a junkie that needed help. He finally lost it after many attempts and I felt lucky.
I think there are some species of birds that are worse than others. Other strange bird encounters have occurred, but writing anymore about it could get them riled up. I hope someday there can be a truce to this ugly situation.