Ew-ew-ewww...
Sep. 11th, 2003 10:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
daemonlunaOkay, so apparently I am a HUGE wimp. I did not realize I was so easily grossed out. I will catch and free moths, spiders, and all sorts of bugs. I don't necessarily mind being the one to lift the slimy raw fish or chicken into the pan. I've scooped kitty litter boxes and changed diapers.
But today I found a dead pigeon on our balcony.
It looks like it had just keeled over under the table. The kitties, bless their domesticated little kibble-fed souls, didn't even notice it. (And they certainly notice the live ones, though they don't do anything about them. That's not true, Trout loves to stalk them and makes the occasional lunge--at which point they promptly flutter up and settle down again two feet away. He was a mighty hunter when he lived outside the city. Brought down voles and once, a rabbit, or so I've been told. With the head chewed off. But he saved the rest...)
So I shooed the furry ones back in (Minnow trots in on her own, Trout has to be picked up and carried because he goes all dead weight in your arms and starts to whine at you.) and... just couldn't deal with it. I just couldn't.
So Barb went out, bundled it up in newspaper, double-bagged it, and took it out to the garbage. And I went ewwwwwwwwww and couldn't look. (Apparently, pigeons aren't carriers for West Nile. Good to know.)
I'm just really glad we found it now and not next week or something.
Ewwwwww...
Anyhow. To continue with the whole nostalgia trip from the quotes, I found the Bindlestitch web banners on my hard drive. Hee.
But today I found a dead pigeon on our balcony.
It looks like it had just keeled over under the table. The kitties, bless their domesticated little kibble-fed souls, didn't even notice it. (And they certainly notice the live ones, though they don't do anything about them. That's not true, Trout loves to stalk them and makes the occasional lunge--at which point they promptly flutter up and settle down again two feet away. He was a mighty hunter when he lived outside the city. Brought down voles and once, a rabbit, or so I've been told. With the head chewed off. But he saved the rest...)
So I shooed the furry ones back in (Minnow trots in on her own, Trout has to be picked up and carried because he goes all dead weight in your arms and starts to whine at you.) and... just couldn't deal with it. I just couldn't.
So Barb went out, bundled it up in newspaper, double-bagged it, and took it out to the garbage. And I went ewwwwwwwwww and couldn't look. (Apparently, pigeons aren't carriers for West Nile. Good to know.)
I'm just really glad we found it now and not next week or something.
Ewwwwww...
Anyhow. To continue with the whole nostalgia trip from the quotes, I found the Bindlestitch web banners on my hard drive. Hee.
