So the other day I looked out on my snow-dusted balcony and saw a crinkle-cut french fry. I was all "What the?", because who would be eating french fries on their balcony in February in Nova Scotia? Then I remembered my upstairs neighbours have a crazy ass loud bird that they let out on their balcony sometimes, so maybe he was the glutton.
The next day when I opened the blinds and looked out, I saw this: