Today we went to playgroup at the park. There are always lots of pigeons frolicking about on the playground, but today, to my great delight, they were nowhere to be seen. I actually did end up seeing one, but it was on the ground, and it was just a stripped pigeon carcass with a few red stringy pieces of gut still clinging to the bones, so I don't think it counts.
On any other day, that would have been the most unsettling thing I've ever seen at the park. And I include in that assessment both 1) the time one kid stepped, with bare feet, right smack in a fresh pile of dog poo as the dog's negligent owner looked on; and 2) the three-week period when there was a homeless guy sleeping on a bench near the play area.
But today was special, and there was something even grosser just waiting to be encountered this morning. When we arrived at the park, I opened the car door, got out, and stepped right on to a used condom lying on the street.
Let's hope I never trump that one.