A Gift from Above

I've mentioned before that Ron takes very good care of our cars and is quite particular about them. So imagine his horror when he looked out our front window yesterday afternoon and saw something that displeased him.

"What's that on the car?" he asked, as if I had seen something happen to the car and had the answer.

I was busy in the kitchen so I replied without looking. "I don't know. Probably bird poop." Our cars get targeted regularly by birds, especially at nesting time in the spring.

"No. Come see." I joined him at the window and saw the whole front of the car spattered with what looked like mud. I hurried out to take a closer look. It didn't look like bird poop at all. I leaned closer and took a sniff. The aroma was reminiscent of freshly fertilized fields. Our second car, a few feet away, was likewise anointed.

I reported my findings to Ron, and we wondered if some neighbourhood kids had sprayed our car with something noxious. But the cars were both facing our house, not the street. The following morning, further investigation revealed a portion of the roof near the cars was also spattered with the brown liquid. We often see private planes, helicopters, and small commuter planes fly over our house, so we finally decided that a plane must have emptied the contents of its toilet onto our property as it flew over.

Yuck! That pilot needs a good spanking!

Despite the chilly weather, Ron got out his bucket and brushes, and scrubbed the cars clean right after breakfast. I do hope that, like lightning, airplanes don't strike twice in the same place.