We're Murderers!!!

I just have to tell you that I had one of the most upsetting lunches yesterday. Just for the record: I want you to know that I have never hit a possum, squirell, or bird before while driving.

Ok, so I go over to Charlie's at lunch on Wednesday to meet Todd and use his internet. Todd says... "So... have you seen the bird yet?"

Let me give you a little bit of the history of the past few days. Todd changed the oil in the car, and the pan was sittin in the back yard until we got rid of the oil. Apparently, a little birdie thought it would be fun to take a "black bath." I guess that's what you would call it. Anywho- we got home, and Todd took me out back. I had that really big lump in my throat that you get before you cry and all, but it was big. I had a dang watermellon in my throat!! There was this bird... covered in black. You remember the My Little Tar Baby book?- that's how it was. But you see- Litte Tar Baby got clean. Little Oil Birdie- It didn't. Todd was about to pick it up out of the pan when he saw the beak on the bird. It had to be like an inch at least long. So he went to get his mechanic gloves that my mom had so graciously given him for Christmas last year. I was really upset that he was using them and made a really big deal about it, because I didn't want him to get them all messy with oil, cause that stuff stains. He later reminded me that they were just mechanic gloves... cars are full of oil... mechanic-cars-oil-mechanic-cars-oil... see the association? Yeah, I didn't. Anyway, I started to refer back to my childhood, and I immediately told Todd to get that bird and put it in the sink and wash it. By my childhood I mean Saved by the Bell. He then reminded me that the bird died on Saved by the Bell too. I was out of options. Todd then- being the wonderful manly man that he is- picked up that bird and took him to a spigot and began to work on the bird. It tried to hop away every now and then, but he managed to catch it. After all the scrubbing of the birdie, he put him in a bucket of water, and we wished for the bird to clean himself some more.
When I got home from work, the bucket was tipped over, there was no water, there was no bird. I assume he's up in Heaven with the other birdies who have passed... as well as the one off Saved By the Bell.

Don't judge me.