Sometimes I overreact to things. It never quite feels like it when I am doing it, but after the fact I realize I did.
Last night we discovered that rodents of the really bad kind were eating from the bird feeder in broad daylight. My husband immediately said we had to take down the feeder and went out like a soldier and removed the food. I went ballistic. I cried and screamed and swore and pretty much acted like a spoiled child.
Today It is not a big deal except for the scene I pulled last night. I am sad about the birds, but I was not the best bird feeder anyway. I never cleaned the feeders and neglected to fill them for months at a time.