I remember, a few weeks ago, I wondered to myself if people actually can get hit on the head with bird droppings. I don’t know why I was wondering this, or what prompted me to think about it, but I did.
Today, standing outside on break, in the parking lot, I heard a “splat-splat-splat” sound. I looked around, and asked Lori & Peter if they heard that. They looked back at me blankly, so I looked at the ground around me. There, right next to my foot, then a few feet back in 2 other places, were freshly-dropped bird droppings. Six inches to the left, and it would have hit me right smack in the middle of the head.
I really shouldn’t wonder things like that anymore, I think.