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The pigeons are growing and every time I peak around the curtains they scurry back into the nest like little ladies trying to run with high heels. It's pretty cute but the mite thing is a problem.
I didn't want to risk hurting the birds so I decided to simply keep the balcony doors closed until they leave the nest, and only clean up afterwards.
The problem with that plan was that it's unbearably hot here and I need that balcony for air, so I got impatient and decided to go the mite spray route.
I didn't have any so I asked my neighbor and he had an old can of Raid generic bug spray that he came to spray for me.
I asked him multiple times "are you sure they're going to be fine?" to which he responded reassuringly "of course, I've done this before". He's a retired groundskeeper for a local school so I trusted him.
We waited for all four of them to be together and while blocking the entrance to the little nook they're in with his hand he started drenching the poor fuckers. At least 3 full seconds of spraying.
The babies didn't make any noise, just started violently flapping their wings up and down like they were slapping the floor, then after maybe 5 seconds they stopped moving.
Meanwhile, as soon as they could, the parents immediately flew away but at about 2 meters from the balcony they essentially turned into bricks and fell 8 floors into the concrete below.
I'm wide-eyed trying to process what happened when this motherfucker shrugs and says "eh", then grabs the two babies, tosses them over the railing and says "not a problem anymore" while dusting off his hands.
I start crying and say "but you said they'd be ok" and he replies "it happens hehe" and leaves like nothing happened.
During this CRIME that lasted maybe 1 minute, at least 300 mites came inside and got into the carpet (the spray did fuck all to them).
I don't even know how to feel. I want to say fuck birds, but also I've been crying this entire afternoon.
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