I am not a cruel, murderous, or violent person. I could never go hunting and purposely kill an animal. My Dad was a veterinarian, for heaven's sakes... I own a cat, I pet dogs, I love all of our furry, feathered, fluffy friends.
But, I swear, if the little feathered demon who is chirping in the tree outside my bedroom window ALL NIGHT LONG persists, there will be dire, dire consequences. Some would say bird-urous consequences.
Last night, I found myself outside at 3:30 am, broom in hand, beating a tree and yelling obscenities. This was after my desperate 2:30 am search for an old pair of earplugs that I had somewhere in my stored luggage. Of course this took place after hours spent futilely trying to drown out the incessant chirping with a fan, an ipod, and the covers over my head.
Oh, chirping evil genius, what have I done to deserve such rath? PLEASE MATE AND GET IT OVER WITH....or else.
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