Haven't felt like writing anything for months. Too much at stake, I guess.
There are birds in the chimney. There's a hole in the wall at the top of the stairs. The birds got in on their own, with the help of the mama bird. I am responsible for the hole in the wall.
I smashed a spider. It was on the wall. I used my foot. I wanted to get it out of sight before it unsettled our guests. So the guests were amused at the hole in the wall instead.
I wish I could smash the birds in the chimney with my foot. They tweet all night.