I hate birds. HATE. Capital and everything. Gross me out. And as I get older my fear gets worse so that right now its definitely a phobia. My nightmare would be to be stuck in a room with birds or have a bird get in my hair, or many other bird scenarios.
But in the spirit of spring, I bought a little glass jar that held a nest, two little eggs and (heaven forbid) a fake bird. I was on the hunt for some apothecary jars, and this one fit the bill. I can fill it with candy, or trinkets, or glass bulbs. I adore the little nest and eggs, but that bird... When I opened it up at the shop I actually got grossed out and flung the fake bird to the floor. Regained my senses, and picked it back up. I'm an adult, I can handle this.
So not its at our home, on our TV console, and the kids are partially obsessed with it. One, that I would even buy anything bird related, 2. that one of my children has inherited my bird phobia, and 3. that it has become a new "pet." So for now... the bird is staying (in his glass jar and no where near my hair.)
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