Two nights, two swallows. They were coming in through the chimney. I hate that – birds in the house. My wife hates it worse.
Some people are good with birds in their house, but I run around with a towel and swing at the birds, and they dive-bomb at me.
Everything in the house started to go bad that night. The kitchen sink trap leaked, and there was a rug in Jack’s old bedroom that got stinky mildewy. Rain came in the window onto the rug. We had to put a big fan in there for days. And the washing machine broke; I overstuffed it and broke the motor.
But the worst was the birds.