Fun fact #93

I have very bad luck with birds. I mean, I seriously think I have a target on me - and the bird feces always seem to find me.

When I was little, probably like three years old, I went to the Wild Animal Park in San Diego. I remember nothing else about being three except that I got pooped on in the bird exhibit. I cried.

I managed to make it all the way to high school before I was hit again by a bomber while walking between the music building and the ad building at UCA. All across the side of my shirt AND my shorts.

One time when I was sitting at the campfire bowl at MiVoden, I thought I felt a big raindrop on my head, but no, just a bird taking a pit stop.

When I was in Nepal, during the time we were setting up the Muscular Dystrophy Center, we spent a few late nights down there repainting the place. While walking home at about 1 am, I walked underneath a tree and low and behold - a bird pooped on me in its sleep! Talk about a poor potty-training job.

On the first day of Spring Break this year, I was riding my bike up Fern St. behind the Redlands Community Hospital. I was trying to catch a guy just up the road from me, when the biggest, fattest, meanest, pig of a bird pooped on my shoulder. And I'm barely exaggerating when I say my entire shoulder was covered. I had to stop by an orange tree and use the leaves to scrape it off my shoulder. So much for ever catching the other cyclist.

But yesterday, yesterday was the day. I was riding my bike home from class when a bird tried to get me. Hah, that sucker missed and I watched his bomb fall out of the sky and right past my handlebars.

Finally, 1 point for Jenny.