When Birds Attack
Apparantly the winged creatures that inhabit the trees that nestle up to our house believe my car is a toilet. I emerged from our abode today only to discover that I had more than ten unique deposits on my car. It was covered–the hood, windshield, side windows, and trunk. They didn’t miss any of it. It was one of the most disgusting things I witnessed in recent memory.
I actually stopped at a gas station to wash it down with one of those plastic car mops. I’m about to join my wife in hating birds.