The Birds!!!!

Have you ever seen Alfred Hitchcock's movie The Birds? I assume most everyone has. Have you ever been attacked by a bird in an enclosed space? I assume that most have not. Here is my story:

On Thursday night, my roommate, Hannah, and I were spending a relatively boring night in the kitchen. I was reading my Physics homework, and she was cooking breakfast burritos. Then all of the sudden I see a bird swoop in from the back of our apartment in to the kitchen...straight at us. Let the screaming begin! Rewind just a bit...all day long we had been hearing a noise coming from our dryer vent. We assumed it was an animal most likely a bird, and our landlord was planning on coming over to help us get it out that night. Ok, back to the screaming...Hannah had no idea why I was screaming and jumping out of my seat so I yelled, "the bird's in the apartment!" It had somehow escaped the dryer vent and it was mad or scared or well probably both.

She may or may not have screamed, but I know for sure that she fell in the floor, pulled her hood over her head. And do you know what was the first thing she said while crouched in the fetal position? "Oh no!! My food! Kristen, cover it and turn off the burner" I covered the pan and turned off the burner (remember this...its important for later). All the while, the crazy bird is still swooping around our apartment. Diving at us, then feigning away...diving...feigning...then diving once again. I ran to my room (while screaming and dodging the bird) to grab my phone, keys, and some shoes so we could get out of the apartment and hide in the hallway. When I got back to the kitchen, Hannah was still in the floor, but she was a little closer to the door then before. I opened the door and told her to come outside. At about the same time, the bird (which was behind her in the kitchen) started to swoop once again, so I yelled, "Hannah! Crawl to the door!" For some crazy reason, she actually listened to me and the bird swooped over her instead of possibly hitting her in the back (accidentally, of course). So then we were in the safety of the hallway. The only problem was....the bird was still flying around our apartment...

We called Andy and Brett, friends of ours from the ward, and asked them to come over and help us get the bird out of our apartment. In a few minutes, they were here. When we opened the door, we realized that disaster had stuck again...something was burning. Hannah had been using two burners on the stove, and I had only noticed the one. As a result, we had one extremely blackened tortilla and pan on the stove. Andy and Brett scared the bird out the patio door in probably less then 30 seconds using an exercise ball (yeah I don't know why, but it worked) and a broom.

Our apartment was finally birdless, but it was now very very smokey and burnt smelling. We opened windows and the patio's screen door, turned on a fan, and turned off the heat. We froze for most of the rest of the night.

That's it...the end. Its longer then expected, but that's ok because it would have taken a while for me to tell you over the phone anyway. We sure do wish we would have had a video camera to record the whole thing.