So I walk into my room and hear movement. I think it's my brother getting his piano books off my floor where he commonly leaves them.
I look around my room, no brother. I still hear something moving. Suddenly, a brown bird flies past my head.
For the next half hour, I try to get my screened window open. Finally, rage gets the better of me and I just break the thing and the bird flies away.
What the forget I mean really