(The scene: Matt and I are perusing the aisles of Christmas Tree Shops looking for cheap stuff for Project Make the Yard Not Look Like Crap – 2008 edition.)
Matt: Oh, we should get a birdfeeder.
Me: Didn’t we get a birdfeeder last year?
Matt: Yes, but the squirrel masterminds figured out how to climb down from the deck onto the birdfeeeder and eventually their weight was too much and it crashed to the ground. In my expert opinion, it is beyond repair.
Me: Stupid fat squirrels.
Matt: Look, here are some birdfeeders. I like this wooden one.
Me: Great, it’s only $9.99. Sold. Let’s look for bird seed.
Matt: I think there’s some over there on that display.
Me: Which one?
Matt: The one with those… what are those? They’re so bright.
Me: I think…? They’re birdfeeders? But who would paint a birdfeeder those colors?
Matt: I don’t know. But… they’re kind of interesting.
Me: I like that it’s on a stake so you don’t have to hang it.
Matt: Do they have any that aren’t so… gaudy?
Me: Doesn’t look like it.
Matt: I find myself sort of strangely drawn to them.
Me: Me, too! It’s like, my brain is telling me they’re hideous, but my heart is telling me to love them.
Matt: So. Do you want to buy one.
Me: Oh hell yeah.
So we are now the proud owners of a brightly colored bird feeder. It is on a (brightly colored) stake in the far corner of our back yard, and while it may just be the New England equivalent of a pink plastic flamingo, I can’t help but love it.