With all the scary costumes, large men and frightening out-of-towners in I.V. last night, I ended up getting attacked – by a snowy plover.

I was walking, minding my own business, well outside of their fenced-off resort when suddenly the bird flew, screeching and bloodthirsty, into my path.

It was adorable.

And I think it was possessed. I fear for the plover docents; young, innocent and unsuspecting, will they be picked off in the night? Is this the beginning of a snowy reign of terror?

Friday’s forecast: They’re tiny. They’re cute. But could they be evil?