Bird Poop

Never have I ever been so scared of getting pooped on every time I walk outside.

Literally. Every. Time.

I don't really know why getting pooped on would happen so much more frequently here than MN. Maybe because in MN everything is spaced out. Houses are farther apart, buildings are much farther apart, birds live in the many, many trees we have. In Toledo, the buildings are so close together that there's almost no room for a street but somehow they manage having a street and a sidewalk between buildings. Also, there is not much greenery here in comparison to MN. Trees are not planted every 5 feet so the few trees here are old and tall. In each cluster of trees that stands are dozens of birds singing, jumping from branch to branch, and pooping. Many times you'll find chairs and tables from the local bar under these poop prone trees.

Now, you may think I'm just being paranoid. BUT, I have gotten minor poop bits on me while enjoying a tapa and beer. I also have seen friends get pooped on patios at restaurants.

I must tell you this story. My fear will make more sense.
The first week or two of being here I was in my art class. This particular day we had a sort of field-trip to a monastery to view the architecture there. We were getting ready to leave the building and walk outside, my professor led the way. Before anyone knew what was going on (we were still ooo-ing and ahhh-ing at the building) my professor screamed. We all looked and as she was the only person standing right outside the door, she had an outrageous amount of bird poop streaming down her face from her forehead, down her face, and on her shirt and pants. It was hilariously disgusting and I felt horrible for her. That was horrifying for me, imagine how mortifying it was for her. I lent her my water bottle to help clean the caca off. This day and event has haunted me since...

Never again will I take walking under birds or sitting under a tree lightly.

You know what they say about getting pooped on by a bird? It's good luck.

HA!

Well, there's good luck flying all around in Toledo. I'm going to be lucky for the rest of my life at this rate :P

Here's a doodle from while I was hand writing my blog in class today->

Note: I asked my friend Andrew what the verb
was for poop and he answered with poopar. lol

Beware friends. Birds are everywhere. Pooping wherever they want. 

Don't say I didn't warn you. . .