Sunday, August 20, 2006
I work in a zoo.
You can't do much to surprise me these days. If I am not being constantly swarmed by flies or attacked by by giant ants called termites or getting drenched soaking wet, I couldn't call it a work day.
So I push through the back door entrance to the bakery to find birds. There are birds in the bakery.
"Is this a fucking zoo?"
Seriously, I do not like birds. I have mentioned somewhere that birds like to attack me. I was attacked by a flock of seagulls, then my girlfriend dumps me on the same day I get fired.
My appreciation for Darwin knows no bounds, but I have no intention of share working space with finches, or whatever the fuck they were.
"I don't think you should put a bread crumb trail down and lead it to the freezer in hopes of killing those cute little birds."
I don't see why not. That's how I kill the flies.