Let me just say that my relative standard of cleanliness has gone down even as my respect for the human immune system has gone up. This is a natural result of such experiences as finding birds. In the kitchen. As well as mice (although not at the same time, a la Cinderella). Also, slugs in the bath, dogs in the trash, and pseudoscorpions in the outhouse. Perhaps to be expected, this experience is making me think about maybe how unnecessarily concerned I am about health and hygiene. My whole approach to the topic during this adventure has been "If it won't kill a Georgian, it won't kill me." Is that bad?
I digress. I'm thinking that I might change the name of my blog. Can you guess what it would be?
Birds. In the kitchen.
Note: That high pitched noise you hear in the vid? That's me, squeaking "Birds! In the kitchen!"
