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?
Go ahead and tell your stories about bird crap here. That'll be fun.
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