Came out to the driveway this morning and found a bird had pooped on my car. Or should I say, a pterodactyl pooped on my car. Couldn’t believe it. If it wasn’t a pterodactyl it was a formation of geese that got scared, all at the same time. Maybe from a shotgun blast? Looked like somebody threw pancake batter at the front fender. Angrily. Or like a dozen eggs. I’m surprised the car alarm didn’t go off. Lucky it didn’t hit the house. One more flap from whatever it was and it could’ve shattered a window to the kid’s room.