a bird flew in the house...!
Yesterday, a bird flew in the house and hid under my bed and behind my dresser until Jimmy pushed him out with a tape measure. I was scared and ran from room to room slamming doors and screaming as the creature flapped around like a spastic bat. Jimmy called me to help, but I stayed locked in his bedroom until the being flew out the front door.
Jimmy's cat dragged him in to begin with, I suppose, and he wasn't dead or even injured so once in the living room, the thing escaped the claws of the big, fat cat who remained frustrated all night still looking for the lost animal. Jimmy promised it flew out, that the flying demon he calls a sparrow -- but looked more owl-like to me -- is no longer buried in my room someplace, but I have my suspicions. Knowing full-well how tired he was of chasing the thing, he might have lost interest. He was going to let it stay inside until it was ready to leave, but I told him that was primitive -- there is no reason for stay creatures to live freely in our home -- and screeched from behind the door until it decided to leave.
Jimmy's cat dragged him in to begin with, I suppose, and he wasn't dead or even injured so once in the living room, the thing escaped the claws of the big, fat cat who remained frustrated all night still looking for the lost animal. Jimmy promised it flew out, that the flying demon he calls a sparrow -- but looked more owl-like to me -- is no longer buried in my room someplace, but I have my suspicions. Knowing full-well how tired he was of chasing the thing, he might have lost interest. He was going to let it stay inside until it was ready to leave, but I told him that was primitive -- there is no reason for stay creatures to live freely in our home -- and screeched from behind the door until it decided to leave.