There is a freaking bird stuck in my dryer vent!
I swear, but who does this happen to?
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Maybe I need a cat?
Actually, in all seriousness, I was working out of our home office in my parents’ basement last week when their neighbor knocked on the door. He explained to me that he had a bird stuck in the vent to his dryer, and ironically enough, he is a police officer that is terrified of birds. He asked for help to get it out, and I almost died laughing when he pulled on safety goggles to protect his eyes and told me he had already called Animal Control.
Seriously.
At the time, I kept my cool and didn’t totally laugh in his face. However, I was thinking that it was a very bizarre situation. And now that same bizarre situation has happened to me!
I called maintenance at my apartment yesterday to fix my dryer which has been broken for a few days. Apparently, my furball of a dog has surplus fur and clogged all the dryer vents. The wonderful maintenance men fixed this for me, but a stealth bird somehow flew in the vent while they had the covers off. Of course, I didn’t know this until 8pm last night when I was sitting in my living room and realized the birds were chirping!
This is normal and I usually have lots of birds on my balcony because they LOVE all of my houseplants. However, at 8pm, it’s not normal. I started to investigate and realized the noise was coming from inside of my walls. Upon further inspection, I realized that it wasn’t in my walls– the freaking chirping was coming from the back of my dryer!
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I imagine this is what the bastard looks like.
Tals and I tried a few techniques to get the little birdy out, but unfortunately, he stops chirping when I’m messing around back there because he is scared. Understandable, but I need those chirps to find him! I thought he fell asleep or something but I was talking to a friend on the phone and a full-scale panic attack of chirps erupted from the depths of my dryer! I finally said screw it and went to bed, only to wake up at 5:30 this morning to the INCREDIBLY LOUD and ENTHUSIASTIC “good morning” chirps of that damn bird. It’s far less cute today than it was yesterday!
If I lived in a house, this would be easier because I could open the vent to the outside and hope that he flew out. However, I live on the top floor of an apartment so I don’t even know where the vents are! I’m currently heading home to unplug my dryer and pull it away from the wall. Hopefully, he will fly out and I will at least have him loose in the apartment…. which should make Tally really happy, I’m sure.
Did I just wish for a loose-flying bird in my apartment? This doesn’t bode well for me, my friends.
Wish me luck!