I wasn’t really thinking about anything (other than other work I should have been doing) when I made this yesterday, but the meaning behind it was pretty clear to my boyfriend Joe. Obviously I’m still feeling guilty about throwing away that pigeon egg*. Whoa. Totally.

*I had a couple of problem pigeons trying to roost on my balcony. It all came to a head about two weeks ago when the pigeon hen laid an egg in a really scrappy nest. I immediately swept up and disposed of the egg, the nest and their unholy pigeon mess before the egg had anytime to develop. The pigeons haven’t returned, which is great, but I still feel bad about throwing out that egg.