I guess I've had worse days. Getting my hair highlighted is one of my favorite things to do. It helped balance out the animals I killed.
The squirrel happened on the way to the grocery store. Then we came home, and there was a bird in the house. I mean, come ON. He must have been lured in by the boiled over oatmeal that was covering the stove. Or maybe the fresh hot coffee brewing...oh, wait. NO. That wasn't it. Because the coffee pot shattered. I am guilty that my first thought was GODDAMMIT! That better not have been the coffee! Then I made sure Henry was okay. He had pulled out the drawers in the kitchen, climbed up, gotten the pot, poured the coffee out, which is when I ran into the kitchen, only to see him crash the glass pot onto the tile floor.
Anyway. So this bird is flying around maniacally. Henry is chasing after it, saying "Buh? Buh? Buh!", and I was trying to get it to fly toward an open window or door, until the poor thing slammed itself into the windows so many times that it must have broken its wing or something. I tried. I really did. But I had to prevent Henry from climbing out the windows I had opened trying to get it to fly out. And I had to make salad. And it finally limped out the front door and hid under a bush.
Not as bad as the time Chris and I were driving and hit a family of ducks. But that is WAY too much of a downer. So I won't get into that.