The other day I was sitting in my living room reading a book when all of a sudden there was a loud bang. We have three cats, and one of them *loves* to nudge stuff off of tables and counters (I can’t tell you how many broken glasses and little decorative items we now have – sigh) so that was our first thought. Ok, naughty cat was sleeping on the chair, the other two were cuddled on a bed. Hmmm. Not a cat. Soon we lost interest in figuring out what happened – maybe it was the ice maker dropping cubes??
Later that day I noticed this:
Now, that’s kind of odd. Where did that big rip in the screen porch come from? It wasn’t there this morning… Well, what do we have here?
That’s one big fat clam. How did it get 3 stories in the air? I’ll tell you. A seagull picked it up and was looking for a hard place to drop it to crack it open. We see them doing it on the beach all the time. Sometimes you think you need a helmet out there. I don’t think he was anticipating it going into our screen porch. Damn seagull, now we have to do a repair.
