It's All Relative

Oh, the carnage of it all...

Last night I awoke to Niko running around on my bed. I didn't think much of it and tried to kick him off. He kept at is for a little while and I figured he get bored and stop. He was going a little crazy, I assumed chasing imaginary grasshoppers or birds....

Or really chasing an actual bird.

I woke up this morning, went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth and came back out into my bedroom, toothbrush still in mouth, to find feathers strewn about my bed. I froze, recalling the events of the night before. I was terrifed to pull back the comforter, but I had to and found a pigeon wing underneath it.

Oh. My. Gosh.

But here's the worst part, I couldn't find the rest of the bird. I looked until I had to leave for work, but couldn't find it. So. That means there's a pigeon carcass lying in my house somewhere. Fantastic.