I don’t know what is up with all the critters in our house as of late, but I’m getting sick of it! (mouse in the kitchen in May(didn’t blog that), snake last week, and now…)
So before I tell you what happened this morning, I have to tell you what happened last night.
While I was cooking dinner on the stove, I turned on the overhead stove fan and I heard thumpity thump thump! First thought was that the fan was broken. Second thought was there was a dead mouse up there, and my third thought was a bird. I had remembered hearing faint chirping noises in the vent last week.
Now if you know me, you know I loathe birds. This happened to me a year and a half ago and I still get chills thinking about it. So anyway, I tell James I think our fan is broken or there is an animal up there and so he turns it on and of course, it works fine.
This morning James wants to make breakfast on the stove. He turns the fan on and the thumpity thump thump happens and my first words were “I told you so!” (I love saying that a little too much.) He turns the fan off and on again and no noise. “I’ll deal with it later” is James’ response. Now I’m cleaning up the kitchen after breakfast and I see a bird’s head peeking at me from the vent!!!! (Bird must of used his beak to pry open the vent a little.)
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| bird’s eye and beak creepily looking at me in the upper left hand corner of vent |
So of course I immediately scream bloody murder but James is outside and can’t hear me. But all the kids can and Asher and Ella immediately start crying. Rilyn comes running in the kitchen and I am yelling “There’s a bird in there! I hate birds!” and more screaming ensues from me. Rilyn looks at me and asks, “Why do you hate God’s creation?”
Ouch. That one hurt, but have no time to deal with my sinful state because THERE’S A BIRD IN MY HOUSE! (God understands me.)
So, I calm down enough to take a picture for the blog, (your welcome), and James comes in and I tell him he will get the bird NOW.
Here is James brainstorming.
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| “Maybe I can catch the bird in the bag?!?” |
So James decides the bag probably won’t work and he goes into the garage to think of something else to do. Meanwhile, THE BIRD FLIES OUT OF THE VENT INTO MY LIVING ROOM!!! At this point I lose it and start screaming again (but still remain cool enough to take a picture-give me some credit!).
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| The bird perches on top of the middle curtain rod. |
James comes running in from the garage to find this:
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| rilyn |
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| ella (with some MAJOR bed head) |
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| asher |
So you can safely say that I’ve managed to make sure that all three of my kids will be scared to death of birds for the rest of their life. At least they can look back on this blog and find the exact incident where mommy screwed them up and not have to go to a psychiatrist for it.
So James gets a broom and after about 5 minutes gets the bird to fly out of our house via the back door. I grabbed the kids and put them in their room like it was a scene from the Panic Room.
James now has a new honey-do list and you can bet the first item is “go into attic and do what needs to be done.”
the paquettes 