Anytime we want Big Girl to do something cute, like walk down the hallway to her cage, she leaves a little "surprise" for us. Watch where you step when you come to our house, you never know when/where she's gone bombs away. Usually we watch for "poopzilla" to strike, but tonight I was caught off guard. Normally Bill is on guard, but boy did he miss a pile. My normal nightly routine is to run the sweeper around their cages etc. Well I was using the hose with attachments and sucked up a pile of green goo...I screamed and started dry heaving at the same time. Bill ran over with the wipes and started working on the mess and started gagging himself. Needless to say, my $500 dyson has now seen the likes of Parrot Poop.
Her official Indian name is "Big Poop"
Excuse me while I hop online and starting buying stock in Clorox wipes....
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