THE BIRDS
Two nights, two swallows. They were coming in through the chimney. I hate that – birds in the house. My wife hates it worse.
Some people are good with birds in their house, but I run around with a towel and swing at the birds, and they dive-bomb at me.
Everything in the house started to go bad that night. The kitchen sink trap leaked, and there was a rug in Jack’s old bedroom that got stinky mildewy. Rain came in the window onto the rug. We had to put a big fan in there for days. And the washing machine broke; I overstuffed it and broke the motor.
But the worst was the birds.
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Good that they were birds – not bats!
You have heard about screened chimney caps, right?
However, I am sympathetic with the problems
of general and sundry decrepitude.
Take heart. It’s spring!
Just blame it all on the President, his Cabinet, and staff. Many others would.
You might want to look into an apartment for a while.
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