Must be those prune trees next door

I don’t know what’s going on with the birds around work lately, but today we went outside for playground time and were immediately under shit siege. Poop rained down from the heavens in a mighty mighty shower and coated everything in its path. The kids of course were blissfully unaware of the gruesomeness of their recess time, though they might have gotten a little bit of a clue when I yelled RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY hysterically and flung their tiny bodies under the awning. What’s worse is that see sawing and licking the slide are equally fun playground activities to them and are done with gleeful abandon. Routinely a kid would come up to me with a quizzical look on his face, shove a finger under my nose and say “Uhh?” and I’d look down to see a giant purple and white glob hovering there, taunting me with its germy birdy germiness. And while every preschool has its share of contagions, I’m not sure the parents would be very excited to see a sign on our door that said “Dear parents, no big deal, but we wanted to let you know that the PMO has had several cases of AVIAN INFLUENZA.”

I’m just guessing.


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