Let me tell you, there's nothing like waking up to the sight of this first thing in the morning:
Curious what that might be? You shouldn't be.
But since you're still reading, I'll tell you.
That's avian feces that somehow managed to travel roughly dead east with enough velocity to slice through the screen and spray itself all over the inside window. How this was achieved, and whether the bird from which it was deployed actively hates us or merely felt compelled to send us a message, I do not know.
What I do know is that the effect is even more disgusting than any picture could ever do justice. I think I'll stop writing about it now, just as we've tried to stop looking at it whenever we go in the dining room.
Any cleaning tips for the screen? I'd like to take care of this mess before any of Buzzy's relatives come in for Fly Thanksgiving.
16 March 2008
Part of a balanced breakfast
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2 comments:
Well, at least you didn't find a severed horse's head in your bed when you woke up. That would have been much worse.
I was reading your bio and I too am an unpaid aspiring writer. Unfortunately though I was forced to keep working - something about avoiding homelessness. Keep on writing. It's amazing how many bloggers end up getting paying gigs.
Yeah that would be nice, cause it sure is fun. Hopefully the world will be so kind to offer me financial security for doing something I enjoy.
Good luck to you as well-- I really like all your stuff I've read.
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