I was walking home from class when my roommate texted me "THERE IS A BIRD IN THE HOUSE!" I began laughing and asked what happened, she responded that it flew out and I was relieved! I thought this meant it went back out the window. I was wrong.
I got back, and we discussed the dramatic situation. She said, "no, it's still up there. I don't know where it went!" I immediately realized my room is not a fully enclosed and I always leave the hall door open- I had a bad feeling about where that bird went. I returned to the third floor, flipped the light switch, and BAM! THERE WAS A BIRD FLYING AROUND MY ROOM!
I began yelling and ran down to my roommates. Courtney said "that's it! We are getting brooms. Let's go!" We went up the steps hesitantly with the intention of opening the window and easing it outside....
If only it was that simple. What followed was a solid five minutes of frantically opening doors and windows, running on beds, swinging brooms, and screaming at the top of our lungs. Thank God we finally got it out! That bird invaded my personal space today, and I am hoping it didn't carry some strange disease!
I am hoping I don't return home to any flying visitors any time soon!
This image is giving me chills... ewww
