And so it begins ... The curse of the Balinese bird struck tonight. I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP. I was driving down the Ellington Parkway (whose mysteries I have unlocked), listening to Webb Wilder, sunroof open, when two birds fell onto my car.
I mean, fell like bricks. I saw them out of the corner of my eye. It's almost like they were divebombing the car. I think they were having some kind of in-flight argument, attacking one another, and both lost their bearings. Think of it as an avian murder-suicide pact.
This is bad karma to admit, but I was not shrieking and screaming because I worried about the birds' welfare. I was terrified they were going to fall into the sunroof.
I had to go wash my car.
Okay, that is one strike. The third freaky thing that happens, I am getting rid of the Balinese bird.