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2月17日 Time Flies...The past 2-plus weeks have gone extremely fast. So fast that I have completely ignored the fact that I had promised to do better at keeping people up-to-date on the details of my life via this blog.
So, I am going to do that now.
With the usage of bullet points. It's been that 'interesting' of a two week time period. (I admit it, I'm kinda boring at times.)
What I've Done Since My Apartment Was Attacked by a Bird
Well, I think that about catches everyone up. In a very generic way. Well, it's time for me to order pizzas for tonight's training session. As they say, no rest for the wicked. 2月1日 BirdsI am not a big fan of birds.
I mean I like them as a meal. I quite enjoy turkey dinners, fried chicken and really would like to try a tur-duck-en someday. Yet, no matter how much I enjoy eating birds, I really dislike them in general. Just not as much as I dislike squirrels and horses. Although, I do believe after this past week, birds have moved up to #3 in animals that I' okay not being around.
Why?
I have mf-ing bird in my apartment last week.
Yup. I woke up on Thursday morning to the sound of scratching in my apartment. Which isn't altogether unique. The ferrets seem to make a lot of noise in the morning, especially when I'm trying to get ready for work. The noise that I heard on Thursday was different than the ferrets cries for attention. First, it was coming from the a/c closet. And second, it was really loud.
Now, being the farm girl that I am supposed to be, I figured it was maybe a mouse or something small (although, I did have a moment of OMG, it could be a possum), so I slowly opened the door to the a/c closet. (Yep. I am that foolish.) Before I got it open more than 2 inches, I saw it. A bird. Not a small bird mind you, but an average sized bird. Flapping around in the a/c closet. Clawing his way through the object that used to be the air filter. Trying to get free. Quickly, I closed the a/c closet door. Checked myself for signs of the bird flu or lice. Then tried to figure out what I should do next.
I chose to shower. The whole time freaking out that there was a bird less than 6 feet away from me that wanted nothing more to be free from the a/c closet to either fly free or to eat my eyeballs. I'm really not sure which.
After getting ready for work, I decided to call the maintenance emergency line for my apartment complex. I left a long rambling message (shocking, I know) regarding the fact that there was a bird in the a/c closet that was quickly destroying property that belonged to the complex and not me. That I would be in my aparment until 7:30, and then I'd be at work. And that I would truly appreciate someone coming to remove the bird from the a/c closet as soon as possible.
So, there I sat. In my apartment. Watching the morning news shoes. Slightly turning up the volume on my TV every time I heard the wings beat against the a/c door. Fingernails clinging to the armrests of my chair every time I heard a bird-like noise. Jumping everytime I heard somewhere near my door. Hoping that it was Rocky, the handyman, coming to my rescue.
Finally, at 7:25 AM, I'd had enough. My nerves were shot. I really did not want to be home if and when the bird discovered how to open a doorknob. So, I went to work. The whole time aware of the birds staring at me from the trees. I am certain that they all knew that I had one of their own trapped in my apartment. And that I had lots of frozen chicken in my freezer. And that I didn't really like birds. And that I've seen The Birds mutliple times. So, I know that eventually the birds will revolt against the humans for no real reason.
Once I got to work (safely), I called my apartment complex once more. This time, I reached a real person. And that person told me that they would handle the bird situation as soon as possible. <Sigh of relief>
So, after a morning of sharing my fear of bird retaliation with my co-workers, I decided to reclaim my sanity by going to Raising Cane's with my co-workers for lunch. Never had chicken tasted so sweet.
(Upon returning to my apartment after work, the bird was gone. I only had a little bit of cleaning up to do. Yet, no one has figured out how the bird got into the a/c closet...as it was quite a bit larger than the smallest entrance and escape routes.) |
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