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January 20, 2005
The Birds
I don't remember my dreams. I know everyone dreams, so I must, but I don't remember them except on rare occassion. When I take a short nap or hit the snooze bar there is a chance I'll remember my dream - one of those semi-lucid dreams - but that only happens once every two months or so.
I'm fed up with this reality crap filling my head. I want some dreams -- some imaginary stuff. Maybe if I remember my dreams I'll finally develop some sort of imagination.
So last night I vowed that I was going to remember my dream. I grabbed Marlene, my sweetness, my tape recorder, and placed her by my bedside. I planned on grabbing her first thing in the morning and telling her the first few things that passed through my mind.
But when I woke up in the morning all I could think of was birds.
I woke to the sound of birds chirping. Wow. It sounds like birds. Am I dreaming? I live in the city. There are hardly any birds around here. Plus it's winter. There can't be birds around here this time of year.
I buried my head in my pillow put still heard birds. There have got to be birds out there. But they sound like they're right outside my window and they can't be; there are no trees around my house.
The chirping kept up and then I started hearing some thumping around.
Then came the sound of bird footsteps on my ceiling. A bird, at least one, got inside my house and was walking on the other side of my ceiling. It sounded like it was about 5 pounds. *Thump. Thump Scratch. Scratch.* The bird was definitely inside my house. In my ceiling. Its little talons scratching around in the space between my roof and the ceiling.
In case you don't already know, it's a rather diconcerting sound. There's a bird in my house. Right above me.
Now, I'm not scared of birds ala Hitchcock's "The Birds," but I don't like the idea of them living in my house. Mostly because of the scratching sound they make on the ceiling.
Damn it, bird! Only my mice are allowed to make that scritchy scratching sound in my ceilings.
Posted by calculatoronfire at January 20, 2005 12:46 PM
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There used to be squirrels that lived in the ceiling above my apartment. We called the maintanance people and they didn't give a shit, because "it happens every summer." The squirrels lived above the kitchen. One day I was in there and heard them making a nest of burying nuts or whatever. I took an empty milk jug and threw it at the ceiling as hard as I could. It made them quiet for a little bit, so I kept on doing it. Eventually I scared the squirells out of my ceiling with my milk jug trick. They moved to the area right outside my front door. The ceiling there is made out of vinyl siding and it sags down. I'm waiting for it to collapse one day.
Sorry about the pointless rant, your story brought back some memories.
Posted by: chris at January 20, 2005 01:27 PM
I had squirrels in the attic of an old apartment. Unlike you I didn't have to scare them off.
The gaping hole in the roof above the living room that the landlord ignored exposed them to the elements a little too much for their taste and they moved out of their own volition.
Posted by: brian at January 20, 2005 01:51 PM
I guess that's one way to get rid of them...
Posted by: chris at January 20, 2005 02:20 PM
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Posted by: sunroom at May 13, 2005 05:14 PM