I thought I was going to be a good wife and make my husband a warm meal before he got home last Tuesday. I was even going to try a new dish-three cheese potato bake. I started mixing all the ingredients together when I heard a scratching sound come from the oven vent. Since we live on the top floor our vent wraps around the top of our kitchen, but connects to the roof of the building. So I thought it was the wind and continued cooking, then I heard it again... So I turned on the vent fan and that's when it went crazy. Screaming at the top of his little lungs. So since I couldn't reach the vent unless I stood on a stool, I decided to go downstairs and ask for help. Well of course no one speaks English so I have to wait until my hubby gets home to help. Meanwhile this thing is going crazy trying to get out. I cant make dinner or I will kill it and I couldn't do that. So Rich finally gets home about 4 hours later and since he was in training all day and couldn't answer his phone he has no idea what he has stepped into once he gets home. He tells me I cant be in the kitchen when he gets it out because I am screaming to loud. I'm pretty sure my scream could be heard all the way in the States. So of course my husband is my hero by getting the creature out of my oven vent.... Have you guessed what it is yet?
A rat...NO
A snake...NO
A lizard...NO
A small human...NO
It was...
A bird
Needless to say dinner was late.
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