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October 03, 2006
Where the Wild Things Are
There is a bird in our apartment. The bird has been with us since yesterday. The bird is with us because our landlord has neglected, for a month, to do anything about the many holes we have in our apartment walls.
Having a bird in our apartment is all fine and good except that it also means we have bird shit in the apartment. On the walls, on our mail, and on the window. Derek came home yesterday to find a piles of ceiling debris on the hallway floor, and the aforementioned shit. Since no animal was in sight, we weren't exactly sure whether it was a bird, a bat or, god forbid, some four-legged creature that might attack us in the night (we had a very impertinent, candy-hoarding squirrel at our last place). After further inspection we settled on bird or bat and went to sleep hoping it wouldn't appear in the night and peck our eyes out.
This morning, Derek found the bird in the hallway again. It has since gone back into the ceiling in the kitchen, where it seems to be doing serious construction (inch-wide pieces of plaster fly out of the hole every once in a while and there's lots of scratching). It has only popped out once to look around, so I've seen it. Derek described it as "you know, just a bird", but it's kind of big bird -- with a long beak and gray and fascinating. I wish I hadn't left my bird guide upstate.
Must get to work -- we'll leave the windows partly open (even though it's supposed to rain), and see what happens. Hopefully we haven't landed ourselves a very messy roommate.
Posted by csageday at October 3, 2006 09:13 AM
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Can you borrow a cat from a friend for a few days?
Posted by: Molly at October 3, 2006 07:42 PM