The rat with wings

There are sometimes in life when you think you have the best life ever. You get to go to your grandmother's house where she makes food that you adore. You get to relax, catch up with her and generally enjoy the pampering. After a nice two day stay, you come home. You turn the key, push the door open and enter. It's always the best feeling when you take that first step into your house. The "I'm home" feeling. Your dog rushes past you and checks the house, as if to make sure that the kitchen is still there and it hasn't gone away or something.

You go to your room to dump your bags when you notice something green on the ground. It annoys you because you recognise it. It's pigeon poop. You take a deep breath because you are in a good mood and you would like to retain this mood. You walk around it to your bed when you find the poop there also. You nice mood is all gone. You curse the pigeon with every curse word you know in multiple languages. You say "saala kutta" not knowing what it means, but you know people curse with it.

You walk out and inspect your entire house to see where else the damn bird had inflicted itself, but can find nothing. It is only your room then. It's haunting you. You call your friend meaning to tell her of your woes and how you must clean the mess and as you begin with a sarcastic sentence, you turn around to see one beady eye looking at you. You squeal when you realise the offender is sitting atop your curtain rod staring. Like it's some creepy bird from hell. You get flustered and squeal some more then go into a panic. Your friend calms you down and asks you to call your mum's driver to help. You hang up on her and look for his number. This is when the touch phone is curse worthy. His phone is unreachable. The pigeon now starts flapping at you, like it's taunting you.

You look at it and you channel in Rachel Greene. If she can do it, I can do it you say to yourself. Now you like your pots and pans so you do not want to use that, but you remember the empty trashcan in the utility. You go fetch that and the step ladder. It still sits there and gives you the "You can't so this" look. Yeah right, is what you think. You climb up the ladder gingerly and you use the trash can lid to push it into the can. After it flies to sit on top of your ceiling fan you realise that it's not as easy as it looks on TV. You try the number of your mum's driver again, this time he answers. you beg him to come up and in 2 seconds, he has caught the rat with wings and it is now safely outside your room. All is well, except for the massive clean up job in front of you. Good luck with that.