Ok, not literally, but...wouldn't you think someone with plants and birds would be a nice person? The maintenance man, a nice retired gentleman who lives with his wife across the hall, warned us that our upstairs neighbor doesn't get along with anyone. I really didn't think much about it until I saw her one day and said hello.
"I hear you more than the former tenants" was all she said, as she quickly disappeared upstairs.
Umm, ok, I thought. All the floors in this building creak, so it's a good thing we are on the ground floor, because we walk around a lot, sometimes late at night. There is no way the lady upstairs can hear us walk, so I figured it must be the sound on my hubby's computer. I asked my hubby to turn down the volume on his computer (the walls are thin), which he did.
Anyway, every weekday, about 4:30 am or so, the bird woman gets up for work. I hear her walk on our bedroom ceiling, "crick crick thump crick thump creak creak thump squeak thump thump crick". Ok, it doesn't bother us. Hubby sleeps through it and I just go back to sleep. Soon she is gone for the day.
Then one day she found cigarette butts on her car, probably from another upstairs resident whose balcony looks down on her car, which is on the other side of the building. We found out when the maintenance man explained to us why he had to post "no smoking" reminders.
Perhaps it never happened before we moved in, so she thought we did it. She must have been agitated, because she paced her floor for a long time. The next morning was the weekend, so instead of 4:30 am, she got up around 5:30 or so. "Crick crick thump crick thump creak creak thump squeak thump thump crick". But it didn't stop there. She went around the other way, then into the living room, then around her bed again, and again, and again, then into her kitchen, then living room, then around her bed, and around her bed, and around her bed.
What was she doing??? Was she striping the bed and making it? How many times did she need to walk around it to make it? Was she dancing with her birds? Was she actually MAKING a bed? How many trips round the bed did it take??
Thankfully hubby slept like an angel through it all. The cricking and creaking went on for a good two or three hours, I don't remember exactly, because I dozed off a few times. I found it rather amusing, as I imagined she was wearing herself out trying to irritate us with the constant creaking.
Today hubby noticed an unacceptably large area all around our back door just covered in cracked sunflower seed hulls, bird poop and other bird cage debris. The bird woman's balcony is right above our back door. Well, hubby told the maintenance man, who took pictures. I mean, can you say "stink and flies in summer"?
It's quiet upstairs. Either she hasn't gotten the note or she's laying low.
In other news, we took a walk, along Pike Lake again. It was nice.