A bird shat on my head at lunch today. Twice. One bird, twice, or two birds, once each. Either way, I got shat on two times.
Then, on our walk just now, Redford came this close to getting bitten by a snake.
After that, an owl started out of a tree ten feet from us and flew away.
A little while later, Violet nearly tore my arm off because a cat streaked across our path. It was dark so I couldn’t see it very well, but I’m 1,000% it was a black cat.
If anybody needs me, I’ll be under my bed.
UPDATED: At 11:00pm, my car’s panic alarm started going off intermittently and wouldn’t stop when I pressed the button on the fob. Until it did, and then after a random interval (three seconds to four minutes), it would start again. I finally got in and started the car. That made it stop. Except that it would start again when I turned the engine off. I finally drove down to the pawn shop on the corner—I figured my neighbors might be a little perturbed by it—and called Durham PD. Four officers showed up, witnessed the poltergeist, and removed the horn fuse. If it starts up again, I’m not sure what I’ll do.
(I came home, not having locked the dogs up in the spare bedroom like I usually do because I went running out of here so fast. Violet had clearly collected a bunch of my shoes and cuddled with them at different spots around the house. I think she was nervous. Me too, mama.)