It didn’t work. She came back and plopped her fat butt right down on top of her eggs. She did not gather her friends to help her move the eggs, nor did she fetcher her boyfriend to help her. She just sat back down in the [now] unprotected nest. So who cares if I’m captive in my own house and can’t step outside the sliding door, right?
Wrong. Because to make matters worse, I’ve got Charlie up above me scratching around and Clara, the duck, outside my door squawking like a banshee. Neither of them will shut up. It’s 9 o’clock at night. Don’t they realize that it’s time for the world to slow down and get ready for bed?
Ugh, I am so annoyed with wildlife.
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