A couple of nights ago Josh and I started hearing a noise coming from somewhere while we were getting ready for bed. But we were really tired, so we didn't think much about it. The next morning I could still hear it. I followed the noise into the laundry room.
Something was in there.
It sounded like a small animal wildly scampering about. After debating if I should open the door, I very cautiously cracked it open, bracing myself for whatever was in there. Nothing came out, so I peered into the washer, which was open. Nothing. So it must be the dryer. The thing sounded out of control. Once again I stood there debating whether or not I should open the dryer. I was envisioning opening it and a large rat leaping at my face and clawing my eyes out, or a bird flying at my face and pecking me to death. So for whatever reason I very slowly opened the dryer. Nothing came out. But the thing continued to make noise all day, giving me the creeps every time I walked by the laundry room.
When Josh got home he investigated. Something was in the vent. A bird most likely. So he put on some gloves, shut the door, and went to work. Meanwhile, I got Sidney and I as far away as possible. (I had an incident with a bird in college.) I expected to hear wild noises coming from upstairs, but luckily it was pretty uneventful. When Josh opened the vent up a bird flew out and started flying all over the place, actually trying to avoid Josh, not peck him to death. I don't trust wild animals, even little birds. He finally caught it with his hands, and a few minutes later came downstairs to show it to us.
And that was the excitement of our week.
That's so funny! We've had a bird in our house before too. It just flew right in during the summer time. And I have a picture almost exactly like yours - of Dan holding it in a gloved hand.
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