So, WOW~. I’m completely caught up with all the anime so far. I still need to do Mnemosyne 4, but whatever, it involves a lot of stuff with virtual reality and what-not and actually relates uncannily to the recent topic published by the girl’s Round-Robin. I cannot say for sure what the topic is, but it’s something about anime and how people use it to escape from their daily routine, or something. I also wish to write on this topic, but maybe tomorrow. Actually not tomorrow, some friends and I are going to go randomly buy Monopoly or something and then play that because we have nothing better to do. Go us.

SOOO, I thought I’d share an interesting story with you guys.

A funny thing happened the other day, when after a having fun with my regular group of friends, I was tasked with delivering one of my better friends home. We arrive at their doorstep, and we see a crate. A crate of soybeans? That’s what it was labeled as, anyway. Ring, a call, from my friend’s mom, who’s in a different state because she decided to go ahead of my friend for their vacation. She says that there will be pigeons on the porch and that they need to be taken inside and fed.
Random.
Pigeons.
In a crate.
On the porch.
You may think I live in a rural area. Oh no. This is as suburban as it gets. You don’t get random wildlife delivered to your porch around here. The neighborhood association (lovingly referred to as the Nazi Association) would freak.
Well, my friend’s mother is a bit of an enigma. It has been noted by another good friend that she once woke my friend up when they were sleeping on a plane, only to tell them to, “Go to sleep!” She’s just a bit OCD.
Back to the story. I’m standing there about to keel over from laughter, but my friend just tells her that she needs to get rid of the pigeons. No questions, “Why are there pigeons here?”
Just, “You need to get rid of them, NOW. No, not later, NOW. I’m meeting you there in two days and we CANNOT have these pigeons here for two weeks unattended. What? I won’t feed them rice! You know what will happen if I feed them rice, right? They’ll EXPLODE. You need to get rid of them.” And so on for the next 7 minutes. Interesting fact, if you didn’t know: Birds cannot fart. Rice will generate gas, and because they cannot expel it, they effectively explode.
Once I was finished laughing, I took my friend to the local petstore to purchase some birdfeed. We come back, shake some into the crate, and sit down to wait for the Uncle who was supposed to drop by and pick the birds up. We’re sitting there watching TV, when all of a sudden we hear a loud “CRASH!” and fluttering of wings. Oh, oh no.
Sure enough, the pigeons have escaped. Somehow. Mind you, these were very large pigeons. They’d fit snugly inside a milk gallon container. And they were loose. In the house. Flying around. Ohgod.
Well, GREAT. We’ve got to catch these birds somehow. But how? I suggested trash bags. Upon second thought, that’s not such a great idea. Upon second second thought, can we think of anything better? Trash bags it is.
We both grab a trash bag, and creep up on the first bird, perched on top of a bookshelf. My friend throws the bag over it, and it comes along quietly. Back into the crate. Hey, that wasn’t so bad. The second bird is on the ceiling fan. Okay, come her - FLUTTERRR FLUTTER CRASH BANG FLUTTER WHOOSH.
Managing to trap it behind the TV, we both approached the bird; giving it two options: get into the trash bag, or get into the other trash bag. I bag it. Literally. I now have a bird in a bag. We get it back into the crate, somehow. Close and shut it, and put a watermelon on top. Watermelons are heavy. Later that night, we hand the birds off, and so ends the oddest day I’ve had in a while.

I typed this off the top of my head, no editing or anything. Forgive me for not going for ease of reading. Anyway, I’m tired, off to bed. Webb’s at a con apparently so… well, I hope our readers won’t abandon us in the meantime! ^^;

You can watch this, or something.