Did I ever mention that I have a terrible fear of pigeons? After watching Alfred Hitchcock's Birds at the age of 12, I've been scared shitless of these creatures. Anyway, we found a pigeon chilling in the living room this morning.
Denisse and I were the only ones in the apartment. We tried to lead it towards the window and/or door but instead it flew to the kitchen and just sat on the counter. We tried leading it again with a broom but it just flew around and around. We screamed a lot. A LOT.
We were also scared it was going to poop so we had to hover ourselves with a blanket. Denisse waved the broom blindly towards the air. The bird fluttered back and forth until it found its way to the door and into hallway. Denisse managed to get the rooftop door open and it eventually flew out to the clear blue sky.
End result? I STILL HATE PIGEONS.
The end.
