The Fellow is off to some specialised professional course in a month. This requires him to study like he’s a nervous 15yr old again appearing for his board exams. Yesterday, full of enthusiasm and determination, he decided to pull an all-nighter and being the supportive wife that I am, I decided to give him some company.
Now, staying up all night reading, watching TV on my computer, watching the Fellow sweat it out on some advanced physics and playing random games on Facebook can get quite tiring and eventually I felt I needed a snack to revive my energy (just so that I could stay up you know).
So I go into the kitchen to put my snack together and I heard something outside the window. Staying very still I waited. Nothing. So I merrily continued with my food. I was just putting the finishing touches on my sandwich and had just leant across to grab a knife when I heard the noise again - this time inside the kitchen. I look up and see a sparrow fluttering around (in panic it seemed like) and then going and perching itself on the light fixture and setting its beady eyes on me, following my every move (and no I’m not delusional).
Now the question in my head was not where the bird came from. What I was wondering was why it was up at 2 in the morning?
So keeping one eye on the bird and one eye on my food, I tiptoed out of the kitchen, careful not to make any loud noises for fear of offending the creature staring at me. As soon as I was a safe distance away I all but ran calling out to the Fellow to get the thing out of my kitchen. And the response to his wife’s near state of panic?
“But why”?
Why? Why not? I tried explaining the concept of bird poop to my husband at 2.15 am.
“Oh it’s a sparrow. They don’t poop like that. They just do little things here and there.”
That’s a relief.
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