Geez, the birds are really getting to my sister's apartment.
I spent a day visiting my sister and her fiancé at their apartment. We played games, celebrated a birthday, and watched some episodes of a favorite show of ours. Sounds like enough excitement for one day, but the real kicker happened when I decided to head to the bathroom because I thought, "Maybe I should get ready to leave soon."
I stood up from the couch, saw a pigeon flying toward my face and I screamed. My sister, who had been sitting next to me, looked up to see what the commotion was about, saw the pigeon and started screaming, too. That just made me freak out more. I thought I might have imagined it, but my sister's reaction confirmed that I wasn't hallucinating.
We called her fiancé over to help because, you know, apparently we couldn't handle a situation involving one small, confused bird ourselves.
The subsequent five minutes consisted of (more) screaming, crying, and trying to sweet talk the pigeon into doing what we wanted even though it doesn't understand our language. "Come on, little guy. It's okay."
The pigeon ran underneath the TV cabinet and behind the couch before it kept trying to fly out through the window that it didn't realize was an invisible barrier between the apartment and the outside world.
We unintentionally trapped this bird inside the apartment and did a horrific job trying to help it find its way out by consistently poking at it with a grabber tool. The poor bird was probably more scared of us than we were of it.
Finally, my sister grabbed a paper towel and used that to carry the pigeon out through the balcony door that was just casually open, which was how it got in the apartment in the first place. She slammed the door behind her, ran to the kitchen sink, and cried.
"It's a good thing we aren't hunters and gatherers anymore, because we would be useless," her fiancé said. He never fails to make me laugh.
Then I realized, "How dependent on modern technology we are."
That definitely was enough excitement for one day.
