leafing through

Speaking of seeing birdies… No, really. It’s a bird. Flew in through the hole that leads to the hood vent of our kitchen. I freaked out telling my parents to nab it in a trash bag with a full on biohazard suit. They scoffed and asked what was wrong with me. I’m a city girl! I didn’t grow up playing with wild animals like they did. And they really did! I think bird-catching was a normal childhood activity for them. The bird was stubborn though, it wouldn’t come out even after we took off the screens to the hood. It hid on a ledge. We turned off all the lights so it couldn’t see, then my dad rooted around for it. After a while we gave up and turned on the lights and a few seconds after that, it flew out. First to the living room, then upstairs! I ducked and covered leaving my parents to fend for themselves. My dad went after it upstairs and I followed while telling him to shut all the doors. Backseat bird catcher.
It landed on the top of a doorframe and my mom handed my dad a fishing net to try to scoop it up. It flew away then somehow made it outside the door. The end.