Okay, for those who do not know, I am afraid of birds. I know it is an irrational fear - I have had people on more than one continent tell me that it is not normal. Okay, I can live with that. I don't know where the root of this fear is from, seriously no idea, maybe I watched a movie I should not have as a child or saw something in real life, maybe subconsciously I was traumatized by Big Bird, seriously, I have no real idea, but I am honestly afraid of birds. Can they hurt me? NO. Have I ever been hurt by a bird? NO. Does the sound of their flapping wings make me want to crawl out of my skin? YES. Never been a fan of aviaries, never liked the bird show at the zoo, walk purposefully around them on the sidewalk or beach. Honestly, it has very little impact on my day to day life, but today this has impacted my life and surroundings.
A bird is living in my dryer vent. I heard the silly thing this morning when I was in the bathroom, but I pretended like it was nothing. This evening when I heard it again, I realized that it was not outside, it was really truly inside my bathroom (admittedly it is trapped in the dryer vent). As brave as I am, I immediately left the bathroom, shut the door, and called one of the maintenance men here on campus. He said he would come in the morning. Hmmmm, clearly not as important to him as it is to me. Okay, so I can shower somewhere else tomorrow morning. In the midst of all of this I have made a spectacle of myself. Girls in the dorm are wondering why I am freaked out by birds. Most startling is the fact I have to "bird hunters" that want to catch the bird. So, right now, I am locked in my bedroom while Stephanie and Hannah are taking apart the vent.
Seriously, wierded out by the whole thing!