Oooooookaaaaaay....
I think Mr. Killer Psycho Nutjob Mockingbird is having carnal knowledge of the passenger side mirror on my minivan. Really. Because there's... stuff... on that mirror. Thick, globby, clearish... stuff. Right where Mr. Mockingbird is, for lack of a better word, humping the mirror. On a regular basis.
Honey, there ain't enough Windex in the WORLD!!
At least he's not dive-bombing me any more, or trying to fly into the car to terrorize us. I think it's because he's too busy driving the starlings, grackles, blue-jays, finches, and any other bird stupid enough to try to nest in his tree away. I'm sorry for these other birds, but I'm also glad I don't have to duck and roll every time I want to get into my car.
I assume there is a MRS. Killer Psycho Nutjob Mockingbird, because I have seen a second bird, and I do see her on occasion sitting in the tree on what appears to be a nest. For all I know, she's cut him off from conjugal duties while she sits on the eggs, and that's why he's humping my car. Frustration. Damn bird.
*grumble*
Finally, after two weeks, I have the house to myself. Both kids are in school today. No making endless slushies, no making bowls and bowls of soup that get half eaten. No entertaining sick, cranky children. I don't mind, but TWO WEEKS!! TWO WEEKS, PEOPLE!!! And school is out on the 24th.
*panics*
NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!