Well there was a dead bird out by the smoking spot. Nasty huh? Just wait.

So I go about my merry fixing things way, and when I return I kinda slide back into my cube.

Im stopped short.

Dead bird on my keyboard.

Ick!

So I put it on my friend Dan Moore's keyboard since I assume it was he who put it there.

He returns, says it wasn't him and hangs it from the ceiling with a shoelace.

What a strange and wonderful world.