Unauthorized Aviator 1964

[GlobeTrottin]

Wow was I surprised to walk out to the car this morning only to see a bird flying around INSIDE the Globetrotter! Turns out it was doing a little nesting in the vent stack above the refrigerator, got too far down and snuck out under the fridge. I let it out, cleaned up a bit of "ballast" around the windows and temporarily screened in the vent. Pesky birds.

[TomW]

Its nice that you could set the bird free.

I found a mummifyed bird skeleton under my fridge during the refurb.

In fact, I'm in the mood to share a related tale from Aunt Shirley who, between her and Uncle Les, were the original owners of my Amercian Classic.

Picture Americana in the mid-seventies. Aunt & uncle were raising their two boys & two girls in a 1200 square-foot house. The Overlander was occaisionally called upon for storage.

One night, it was projected to get rather cool. After the children went to bed, Aunt Shirley thought that some of quilts stored in Airstream might help keep everyone warm that night. So she went out in the dark and retrieved them.

Not wanting to disturb the sleeping children, she spread the quilts out across the children's beds in the dark.

The next morning, while preparing breakfast, she heard a blood-curdling scream and raced into the girls' room. There, laying at the foot of the bed on top of the quilt was a dried-up, dead squirrel.

Moral? Put a screen on the roof-top refrigerator vent if you do not already have one.

Tom

[InsideOut]

Eeeeuuuuwwww!

Similar story.
When I was in high school (about 15 or 16), I told my parents I was going grunion hunting one night (way past my curfew) with a bunch of friends. My parents thought it was just a ploy for me to stay out all night with my boyfriend (not saying it wasn't, but...) So my folks decided to let me go, under one condition. The deal was that I had to bring home a grunion for my dad to kinda prove I was doing what I said I was going to be doing. Knowing it wasn't something you could fake doing, because you can't just go out and just buy grunions in a store. Okay, no problem, if that's all it took for him to let me go...I did. I brought one home and stuck it in the freezer....what else are you supposed to do with a dead grunion at 4am in the morning!?

A couple of days later, I left for a mission trip to an orphanage Mexico with a bunch of kids from my church. We arrived late at night after a long bus ride and all climbed into our sleeping bags and fell asleep quickly. The next morning, much to my surprise, I woke up to that same grunion in my sleeping bag! OMG! I was so grossed out, needless to say, it was no longer frozen and to think I slept with it all night...and I had to sleep with the lingering remains of it all week! Oh yeah, the accomodations were quite rustic (we didn't care, we were kids!), pretty much "showers" were dunks in the ocean after we worked all day painting, building, cleaning.

I think it was my dad's way of reminding me to "behave" on the trip! Pretty funny now that I look back at it, but it was humiliating at the time!

Shari