Removing a Dead Bird :s

Who knew that removing a dead bird could be soooo difficult!!

I just spent my morning trying to figure out how to remove the insanely large dead bird that found its way beside the driver-side of my car. I had to venture out in the crazy wind to fix the garbage bin that was jofully rolling around on the sidewalk. On my way back in I saw on my driveway, right beside my car, the one thing that terrifies me the most in this world --- a dead animal.

There's really nothing else that I'm afraid of, but a dead animal, even roadkill gives me the creeps. I ran back inside the house and tried to calm myself as I continued to shudder at the sight of it. The image just kept flashing before my eyes. It was one of those white/grey birds that always eat everything. On account of being...well dead...it's legs were just dangling there and I don't think they were in the right position....eeeewwww!!!! lol. And it's head...omg it's head...let's just say these birds got some flexible necks......  :o

Anyhow, I called my sister, she screamed along with me. Mom called, she laughed at me and was like "well the garbage man isn't here yet, so go quickly throw it in the trash." Then she calls back and says that her colleague said to call the humane society because the bird might be carrying a virus.

Then I thought great I'll call animal control, or Peel Public Health because of the whole West Nile Virus - and them monitoring dead birds. So they can come remove it and I'll be spared. It turns out they're only interested in dead black crows and blue jays. They are the signs that WNV could be in the area. So this wasn't any of those...basically I was on my own.

I ran outside and back in at least 10 times before I got the courage to pick up a shovel....then I set the shovel back down like 5 times before I got the courage to get close and "try" to pick up the dead thing. That didn't go too well either. Even though I was holding the handle of the shovel, I felt like it was my own bare hands touching the thing and something inside of me just couldn't take it. So I ran back inside. By this time the students hanging out across the street waiting for the bus were wondering what I was doing.

So then I got an idea. I got a black garbage bag. Now problem was that the bird decided to die on a day that is so incredibly windy. So my bag kept flying all over the place!  So I placed the bag inside my garage. All I had to do now was get the bird from the driveway to the bag, which meant I had to pick it up. I couldn't take the sight of it, so I thought what I can't see shouldn't scare me. I scrambled about for a black cloth and threw it on top. Omg, that made it worse, because now I couldn't see where it was in the mess and what if it fell out and on me!

So basically I was freaking out even more -- the garbage bag was just too far away. Then thankfully, thankfully, I found some bricks and got an idea. I moved the garbage bag as close as I could before freaking out even more. I stood the bricks up inside the bag so it provided a "door-way" in a sense. Then I ran to the other side and with the shovel just "rolled" the black cloth and the 'thing' inside of it into the bag.

With a long sigh of relief I closed the bag, ran as fast as my legs would take me to the end of the driveway and threw the bag into the garbage bin, finally ridding myself of the dead bird problem.

I can still feel it though -- I don't think the image will leave me for a while. So if you'll excuse me, while I go 'cleanse' myself of this...creepiness...

:s