Corvidophobia

My sweetie hates crows.  I think it has to do with an incident a year ago, when he first moved to Seattle, and was trapped in a courtyard populated by crows.  The crows thought he was invading their territory and proceeded to divebomb him in threatening ways.  It was like a scene from The Birds.  He's hated crows ever since.  There are crows that hang around our new house, and whenever he sees them on our roof, he mutters under his breath and glares at them.

This morning, his hatred of crows bore fruit.  Today was the day we were going to start seriosuly moving into the house.  We've hired movers to move our big furniture next weekend, but we are planning to move the smaller stuff and boxes ourselves.  We were going to do it this weekend to get them out of the way of the movers.

So, this morning, we get up bright and early to drive down to Tukwila to collect some boxes from one of my sweetie's coworkers who recently moved.  We get back to the apartment, and have the first carload packed and ready to go.  He goes out to bring the car around.  As he gets to the bottom of the steps, he sees a pair of crows on the curb.  He comes down the last few steps quickly, and as he launches himself off his right foot to run at them, something snaps in his right calf.  Instant, horrible pain.  He can't walk.  We have to go to the emergency room.

Fortunately, the doctor at the ER tells us it is a not very serious, albeit very painful, injury, and that he should ice it, elevate it, pop some painkillers, and stay off it for several days.  They gave him a pair of crutches.  So much for packing and moving. 

Personally, I think the crows gave him the Evil Eye.