turkey invasion
So, I don't have to be in until 2:30 today, which means I got to sleep in, despite the best efforts of the universe.
I woke up at eight and immediately panicked because, oh my god, I was late, work had already started! It took me a moment to realize that I wasn't late and happily rolled over to go back to sleep.
That was when the invasion started.
I heard a bang and was entirely convinced, for a moment, that I had dreamed it. Once I was sure that I was fully awake, still, my second thought was that the solar panels were falling off of the house. This was ridiculous for a multitude of reasons, the first being that the solar panels are on the other side of the house. Once I was positive that I hadn't dreamed the noise and that the house was still structurally intact, I slid out of bed and crept across the room to peer out the window.
There was a turkey there. And he was looking at me.
The nearest I can figure, he flew up to overhang under my window and misjudged. Either that, or he really wanted to get inside. In either case, he was staring in my window, so I goggled for a moment, pulled down the blinds, and then immediately got back into bed and went back to sleep.
This story gets a tiny bit weirder when I mix my high school Latin classes into the equation. She told us a story about her life in Latin every year at Halloween. The first year we were charged with just trying to keep up with the story, and in the years after that, I guess we were asked questions or something? I don't know.
Anyway, she would tell us this story in a creepy voice. One day she was downstairs and heard a crash from the bedroom. It sounded like glass breaking and she was concerned, so she crept up the stairs. The first thing she saw was broken glass on the ground. Then, blood all over the place. Completely panicked, she turned towards the bed... where there was a dead turkey who had, apparently, flown in through the window, gotten messed up by the broken glass, and died on the bed.
Turkeys want to get into our houses, guys. They want to take over our lives. These two incidents were just the start of the turkey invasion, revenge for years of Thanksgiving dinners.
I woke up at eight and immediately panicked because, oh my god, I was late, work had already started! It took me a moment to realize that I wasn't late and happily rolled over to go back to sleep.
That was when the invasion started.
I heard a bang and was entirely convinced, for a moment, that I had dreamed it. Once I was sure that I was fully awake, still, my second thought was that the solar panels were falling off of the house. This was ridiculous for a multitude of reasons, the first being that the solar panels are on the other side of the house. Once I was positive that I hadn't dreamed the noise and that the house was still structurally intact, I slid out of bed and crept across the room to peer out the window.
There was a turkey there. And he was looking at me.
The nearest I can figure, he flew up to overhang under my window and misjudged. Either that, or he really wanted to get inside. In either case, he was staring in my window, so I goggled for a moment, pulled down the blinds, and then immediately got back into bed and went back to sleep.
This story gets a tiny bit weirder when I mix my high school Latin classes into the equation. She told us a story about her life in Latin every year at Halloween. The first year we were charged with just trying to keep up with the story, and in the years after that, I guess we were asked questions or something? I don't know.
Anyway, she would tell us this story in a creepy voice. One day she was downstairs and heard a crash from the bedroom. It sounded like glass breaking and she was concerned, so she crept up the stairs. The first thing she saw was broken glass on the ground. Then, blood all over the place. Completely panicked, she turned towards the bed... where there was a dead turkey who had, apparently, flown in through the window, gotten messed up by the broken glass, and died on the bed.
Turkeys want to get into our houses, guys. They want to take over our lives. These two incidents were just the start of the turkey invasion, revenge for years of Thanksgiving dinners.