Another pigeon wing sans pigeon, albeit this time without the accompanying second wing that makes up the pair.
Gross! You can see bone or bone-like substance!
I mean, check it double-deck it (as Salt N Pepa would say):
Now quickly scroll down to see the bear with the half sandwich and all the brightly coloured toys to erase this from your memory. But be careful! You don't want to scroll so far that you see millions of ladybugs!
My Animator Friend won me this little bear (note that he is sitting outside the machine feeling superior for being rescued):
After I played with him for a bit, I noticed half a sandwich on the floor:
Thus concludes yesterday.
Ladybug Update: Some have decided to move on, others have not yet fully risen from hibernation. That, or they've frozen in place, which was not my intention. I think they're just still napping it up in there
Okay, so a couple of weeks ago, that day when it was really nice hoodie weather, I checked my outside thermometer before heading outside. To my surprise, it read just over 15 degrees. This didn't seem possible mid-March so I opened my balcony door and something fell down. What, you may ask? A few lady bugs had fallen from somewhere. I looked up to see from where and quickly saw a flash of, oh, I don't know, a zillion lady bugs. I slammed the door and heard a resulting crunching sound that sickened me, but at least made me think that I probably wouldn't have to deal with them again, although I did feel bad about accidentally killing them.
Last night something flitted about my halogen light. Now, this has happened before, and to my delight, said thing decided to land on my halogen light, thus resulting in a puff of smoke and an end to the buzzing sound that had previously been emanating from it. This did not happen last night. The thing, a surviving lady bug as it turned out, decided to freak me out by flitting all over the place. Now, normally, I am not a bug killer. It makes me feel bad. I mean, they're just trying to eke out a living like everyone else. Who am I to judge? But last night, due to my increasing fear that perhaps not all ladybugs had perished in the great door slam of '06, I captured him under a glass and then used a magazine to sweep him into the toilet and flushed. And I felt really bad about it, but I was in no position at 3 a.m. to crack open that door and set the ladybug free for fear of more bugs getting into my apartment.
So today, I braved the unknown. I opened the inner door just a little. Then horrified, quickly opened the outer door, then slammed the inner door again, thereby leaving the outer door open so they can gradually awaken from hibernation and escape to the big world out there. I'm hoping that's what they decide to do, as opposed to working their way into my apartment.
A friend of mine has informed me that ladybugs are supposed to be good luck. So I better be in for a shit load of luck. Of course, I did kill that one. I'm screwed.
I'm sorry. I can't stop throwing gross images at people. That whole pie journey was just a pleasant sidetrack until I got back to the nasty I guess.
Look, I'm even going to throw this at you in a close up:
I'm sorry. There was no call to show anyone a gross soggy band-aid in a gross dirty snow pile next to a gross soggy dead leaf. But I did it. That's just the kind of girl I am.
But I will balance it all out with this fabulous crow (surely full of pigeon meat):
He's all like "Yeah. I eat pigeons. But check out this fabulous profile. I am a thing of beauty. Of beauty motherfucker! Now don't mess with me, because I will caw so early tomorrow morning you'll still be drunk when I wake you up. That's right. And when my caw is echoing in your head, just remember it is a caw of laughter!"
A colour successfully avoided by my team almost all night.
Pumpkin Pie (i.e. Dog Food Pie) = Sports and Leisure
Key Lime Pie (my contribution!) = Science and Nature
My team's colour of choice, as my partner knew things about science!
Raspberry Pie (i.e. Garlic Finger Pie) = Entertainment
Chocolate Pie (i.e. Chocolate Soup) = Art and Literature
Let the game begin!
Drawing the teams! Yet another person would come to be disappointed in the fact that I only appear to be somewhat intelligent, and that, in fact, my humour outweighs my intellect. By a lot.
The first pie has been won!
The second pie has been won! By the same team.
The rest of us, getting hungry, resort to:
The game wears on and delirium sets in:
Eventually those of us skilled in areas other than board games must face the fact that we will not be winning all pies, accept defeat and run for the kitchen to see what the winners have been enjoying throughout the evening. Pies are quickly scarfed down and bellies are brought home to repent.
Things learned from the evening:
1) Peeps taste better when they're naked.
2) Partners are good at talking each other out of the right answer. All too often.
3) A half a box of Lucky Charms only has four green clovers.
Yes, I was having run-ins with pigeon wings sans pigeon. It was both disturbing and intriguing. So what was happening to the pigeons? Turns out, crows have been eating them!
As you can see, the yellow arrow points out the wings. You'll have to trust me that when I stopped to stare for a moment, then whip out the camera, the crow was standing on the wings and fervently pulling pigeon meat off of them. Then he noticed me gawking and hopped away, a little unsure as to how to compose himself after committing such a serious faux pas as to eat another member of his species.
This leads to a different question: Why must I take photos of such disgusting things (i.e. dead bird, giant slug, discarded human hair)? Next up: More band-aids!