BESTED, by a Dead Bird ...

so i had had a pretty great day at work, had picked up the kids, and was pulling into the driveway. i noticed that there was something on the concrete pad outside of my garage. looked like a brown leaf or an old brown paper bag (yeah, i do need glasses ...). as i get closer, i realize that it's a dead bird. or, at least what looks to be a dead bird.

of course, i had to stop the car, and get out. poor thing, was laying on it's back, with feet in air. NOT moving. HOW WAS I TO GET INTO THE GARAGE?

EW!

there are few things that truly alarm me - but this thing got the better of me. i absolutely HATE being the "typical girl" - squeamish, squealers, seemingly helpless - i was NOT a happy camper, and there was no way in hell i was going to pick that thing up.

no.

way.

so, i did the helpless girl thing and called a man-friend. he suggested that i use a shovel to pick it up and then put it in the trashcan.

uh, no. THAT would not only mean that i would have to pick it up, but i might get my clean snow-shovel all yucky with dead bird parts. not going to happen.

so he asked me if i wanted him to come over and pick it up. so, after i hemmed and hawed, i finally said yes.

then, my 7-year old got out of the car (he had previously been asleep). he offered to pick it up, but chickened out (reasonably so).

THEN, the neighbor man came by to say hi. what a mistake THAT was! i got him to pick up the bird with a trash bag.

i screamed the whole time he was doing it. yep, i'm pathetic.

but had i not gotten help, how was i going to get in the garage?