I know. I was like okay... I'm gonna take pictures of you. But I'm not gonna touch you cause that's some bad stuff. He was bad and he knew it. I would get close to him and he was looking at me like "really kid? You gonna mess with me? I will mess you up."
One time I saw one on a tree at a playground at my old elementary school, i poked it with a little piece of grass and it started swinging its head back and forth like it was angry and didn't want to be bothered.