unhealthy addiciton to fresh air

[avrelia]

because of aforementioned addiction I left a window slightly open when I left home. by slightly I mean palm-wide. Not a good idea.

I came home, the apartment is in the dark, as it is past 6 pm, and husband is not yet back from work. I go to the living room to turn on the lights,as...

I have:

1) a moment of shock as something alive jumps in front of me
2) five minutes of panic as I realize that this is a pigeon and try to get rid of him by waving my scarf and opening the balcony door wide
3) an hour of being very very annoyed as I pick up the pigeon's excrement in the most unusual places

the morale: screw the fresh air. kill pigeons.

Comments

[awmp.livejournal.com]

eeek! totally random but my little sister would have freaked! she's so afraid of pigeons, you can't even walk straight with her on the streets in a big town because she's constantly avoiding them and running around in circles like a drunk...

[avrelia.livejournal.com]

yeah, in some places it would be impossible for her to walk at all! heh.

I don't mind pigeons by themselves - when they don't encroach on my living space, but I do mind everything that jumps on me in the dark. (which is why I don't get the concept of surprise birthday parties as I see them on TV.)

[gobi-rex.livejournal.com]

Hi!!!

Heh! Also, screw fireplaces. Blue jays have affinity for tumbling down the chimney. It certainly makes you reconsider cleaning out the ashes in a more timely manner. If you are lucky, the flailing bird collapses from temporary shock as you try to rescue it with a towel, and doesn't have time to leave abstract expressionist markings on your walls.

I like birds. From a distance.

[avrelia.livejournal.com]

Hi! Hi!

At least in fireplaces you still can rescue them. My grandparents always had birds stuck in chimneys at the dacha - both in house chimney and banya chimney. silly birds had no chances to get out. :(

and I like birds in general, but they do cause a lot of desctruction - even small parakeets that I grew up with.

[jonesiexxx.livejournal.com]

Happened to me once in Virginia. Scared the crap out of me.

Still have PTSS.

Let us never speak of this.

[avrelia.livejournal.com]

I can imagine. Dreadful feeling. ::hugs::