I came home for lunch today, only to be greeted by more crap. Literally. I was standing on our walkway, simultaneously trimming my fingernails and admiring the awesome string-trimming job I did on the ivy that was beginning to become overgrown, when a bird crapped on my head.
That's right.
A bird crapped on my head.
I felt a thud on the top of my head and realized that a little mass had settled in my hair. I went to brush it out, thinking (hoping) that it might be a twig or something, but it was gooey and green. Yeah, bird crap. I got most of it out pretty quickly, without causing too big a mess. I hopped in the shower and washed my hair to get rid of the rest of it.
So, since I've taken two showers today, does that mean that I'm exempt from tomorrow's shower?
The real sad thing is that this is the second time this has happened to me since we moved. Well, the first time was a little before moving, but it was on this property -- we were here for some sort of inspection and a bird crapped on my shirt. That shirt is now ruined, 'cause there's a big discolored spot on it that hasn't come out, even with repeated washings.
So, I think the moral of the story is this: if you come to visit me, watch out for bird crap.
Thinking back, a bird crapped on me when I was a kid.
ccohoon and I were in the back yard throwing the football back and forth when a bird crapped on my elbow. Ick.
I hate bird crap. I especially hate it when it's in my hair.
I guess this deserves a poll.
Go ahead and tell your stories about bird crap here. That'll be fun.
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That's right.
A bird crapped on my head.
I felt a thud on the top of my head and realized that a little mass had settled in my hair. I went to brush it out, thinking (hoping) that it might be a twig or something, but it was gooey and green. Yeah, bird crap. I got most of it out pretty quickly, without causing too big a mess. I hopped in the shower and washed my hair to get rid of the rest of it.
So, since I've taken two showers today, does that mean that I'm exempt from tomorrow's shower?
The real sad thing is that this is the second time this has happened to me since we moved. Well, the first time was a little before moving, but it was on this property -- we were here for some sort of inspection and a bird crapped on my shirt. That shirt is now ruined, 'cause there's a big discolored spot on it that hasn't come out, even with repeated washings.
So, I think the moral of the story is this: if you come to visit me, watch out for bird crap.
Thinking back, a bird crapped on me when I was a kid.
ccohoon and I were in the back yard throwing the football back and forth when a bird crapped on my elbow. Ick.I hate bird crap. I especially hate it when it's in my hair.
I guess this deserves a poll.
Has a bird every crapped on you?
Yes
16(55.2%)
No
13(44.8%)
Go ahead and tell your stories about bird crap here. That'll be fun.
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fettman. Thanks!)
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Of note. The time that it did happen to me, it stank more than I expected.
Now, there was one time I fully expect to be crapped on, and it didn't happen. Before I saw the light, I took the place of a kindly old guy who usually took bread crumbs left over from the soup kitchen and give them to the pigeons. The old guy was sick, so I said I'd do it. It's a huuuuuge bag of crumbs.
So the pigeons swarm me, and some decide I'm not doling it out fast enough. So they land on my shoulders, arms, and head... trying to get at the crumbs.
At which point I dump the whole bag in a pile and skedaddle while doing a spastic "Get off me!" dance. Not a single pigeon crapped on me.
I should tell you some time about how a squirrel mugged me.
People, now that's a different story.
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I had a cat crap on my pant leg when I was in 4th grade.
I was lying on my stomach playing a vidja game and he laid on my leg. didn't think much of it because I let him do it all the time. but then he got up and walked off. that's when I felt something warm touch my leg. I looked and it was runny and nasty smelling. I had to take a bath to get the smell off of ME!
It must be bird-crapping day. One crapped all over my car...it end ran down the back windshield in a straight line.
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