A nasty new fad from the post-millennial shit-hawk. It's weird, but reading about this actually raised the profile of the Seagull in my eyes. I always thought of them as the loud, aggressive panhandlers of the sky that are only slightly less annoying than a jonsing crackhead who just saw you put change in your pocket while you are walking out an LCBO. But now I see them as actual predators. Flying wolves who will crew up and Ray Charles anybody they catch slipping. I bet seal pup eyeballs taste like jube-jubes to seagulls.