I HATE BARN OWLS!

I honestly thought I knew what owls were. And frankly, I had no problem with them. I mean, who doesn't love those plastic owls people use to scare crows away? Those things are great! The Owl from Winnie the Pooh? Darling. And since I haven't finished (or started) college yet, I've always had great respect for owls and their reputation for wearing graduation caps. I mean, they're basically the valedictorians of the animal kingdom. Oh, I totally forgot about the Tootsie Pop Owl! He was awesome. Okay, maybe he was a little smug. But I could deal with that.

What I can not deal with are these disgusting monsters. WARNING! THIS IS BEYOND DISTURBING. Click HERE if you dare. I. Have. No. Words.

Sorry if you just burped up lunch. That shit scared me too. You can't create creepiness like that. If there's a Hell, that place is surely filled to the brim(stone) with barn owls and guinea pigs. Don't get me started on guinea pigs. That's another blog for another time. I can only deal with one of Satan's minions at a time.

BTW, doesn't the first pic look more like a Furbie than an owl? If those owls had any sense, that's the direction they'd be aesthetically heading. I don't know whose in charge of evolution, but start taking notes. From Me. Now.