[Rjevski]

I had a pigeon problem at one of my previous gigs. The fire escape (where we’d frequently go out to smoke/vape, or try to) was a biohazard area. There was an inches-thick layer of fecal matter coating the ground, it was crackling if you attempted to walk on there, and the smell was toxic. Nevertheless, the pigeons appreciated this situation and were nesting in there. Something was regularly killing them (either a predator or disease) and so someone had to undertake the perilous task of disposing of the bodies otherwise they’d stink up the place even more. I still remember sending an invoice with a “dead pigeon removal” line item.