Just witnessed the bird, which has a nest tucked in the wall shelves along the corridor, vomit. Gooey white stuff with the right amount of greenish solids to make you thank your lucky stars you did not cross path with its downward trajectory. We've been sharing the same floor ever since I stayed here, and the bird has never created this negative externality.

Birdie, that just ain't cool. But maybe it's a pregger birdie, in which case I'm glad I'm moving out soon. Hang in there, little ones. Don't hatch until after I've left.