John Michael Swartz

There are three birds

4/3/2025 (jump to writing)

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I'm clearing the backlog. These are from 3/13 (pre-flower) and 4/1 (post-flower).

There are three birds in this set, see if you can spot them all!

is from my balcony fire escape. Upon hoisting myself through my window to take it, I immediately noticed piles of poop. I assume it's racoon poop, since I often see them out there late at night. And not too long ago I had a sleepless night because the sound of two of them fucking is a lot like a compressor in need of lubricating. I also discovered the hole through which they are entering my walls and ceiling. They make quite a lot of noise up here, and hopefully the landlord will be able to do something about it soon: besides being very critical of my piano playing, their poop contains all sorts of especially nasty microorganisms.