So I really should have stopped to think a bit more when I received this package the other day.
But no. I was just excited to get a package at work. What could it be? WHAT COULD IT BE!?!?!? Flowers from a secret admirer? A gift from the members of the Board who felt bad about being such tools at last weeks meeting.
But then... wait..
It was like a magical unicorn came into my office and took a big rainbow poo of happiness on my day!
Did I care that a delivery of 3 dozen live chicks was a little odd to get in the office? Hellz to the niz-zo! They were A.D.O.R.A.B.L.E. ... all fluffy and chirppy and chicky-like.
And they obviously loved me and needed me.
Loving. Loving. Loving.
Wait... what the... what the fuck? Um...
They were just gone. As quickly as they'd fluffed into my heart, they were... gone. Broken hearted, I held on to my last remaining friend.
And then there they were. Everywhere. Under my desk, on my chairs, in the corners, pooping on my super important grant proposal that I spent weeks working on... EVERYWHERE!
Swarms of them. FUCKING SWARMS OF PRECIOUS CHICKS (which are not so precious when they are surrounding you and probably getting ready to peck your eyeballs out... yeah, that's right. I saw 'Birds'... I know what happens. Evil little feathered spawns of Satan!!!!) Closing in. I can't even express the horror of what I experienced with those blasted little chicks.
Eventually, I had to call in reinforcement.
Maintenance guy on phone: You need me to come into your office to what???
Me: What are you not hearing me say? I'm being attacked by fluffly little baby chicks and they're trying to peck my eyeballs out!!! GET HERE NOW!
It's been 4 days and I'm still finding chicken poop everywhere.