//Me: *Opens back door so the cat can go outside if he needs to*
Me: *Goes out into the kitchen an hour later*
The Grey Dove who has DECIDED TO USE THE OPEN DOOR TO INVITE ITS DUMBASS SELF INTO THE HOUSE: *Flies frantically around said kitchen because apparently the location of the door has been lost to time and the brainspace of this feathered goldfish*
Me: *Catching dove in a towel (thank you Douglas Adams) and putting it back outside*
… sigh.
So, at my old house, we kept the birdseed and kibble in bins by the back door. Our dog was also the only dog in history to realize and accept she was never going to catch a squirrel, and gave up on chasing them. So the squirrels started sneaking in the back door to steal spilled food.
One of them decided to try this while the dog was out in the yard, rather than while she was in the house. So, the dog comes back in, blocking what would normally be its exit route, and the squirrel bolts deeper into the house, eventually wedging itself under my parents’ bed where it had to be forcibly extracted.
Worst animal bite I’ve ever gotten, including angry feral cats. I still have scars on my knuckles. Those sharp rodent teeth + nut cracking power are SERIOUS.
