As of yesterday, the dryer-vent birds have gone. Hopefully, they won't remember me as the guy who just had to dry his jeans when it was 90-degrees out, but instead as the guy who put two dryer-sheets in to help fluff up their feathers.
Funny how "out there" finds its way "in here" and then poof...they just up and leave. The squirrel who wreaked havoc(over $1000 in damage, easily) in our attic for over a year with its eerie scratchy transit somewhere between the roof and our vaulted ceiling, reminding us daily who had the upper hand finally...the noise...the presence...just stopped.
I once had a lucid dream about killing that squirrel and winning accolades from the wife in a cheesy, hero triumphs-in-the-end kinda way...seriously...I was bad ass. The only thing missing from the imagery was a tattered bandanna draped on my heroic forehead...flagging in the wind...yeah...like that.
Posted by: Mason at May 23, 2007 11:42 PM