[flickr id=”8275829697″ thumbnail=”small” overlay=”true” size=”small” group=”” align=”left”]Full of the Christmas Spirit (or is that panic?) – I dove into wrapping presents on Saturday.

I had a huge pile of gifts to go through, a good amount of new rolls of wrapping paper and some old rolls in my trust wrapping paper box that I’d used for years.  I do mean years, it’s an old packing box. Plain cardboard, tall to accommodate the long rolls of paper.

Because I have been using it for years and it’s stored in our only storage area – the garage – some of the wrapping paper in it was well squashed down. Smashed and broken from years of careless tossing into the box.

With all the new rolls I thought it was as good a time to clear out the damaged rolls.

I began pulling them out of the box and realized there was stuff hidden underneath them.  An old (now broken) Easter basket I never used, some Easter faux grass, some Christmas cards, stocking stuffers.  I noticed an odd stain in the corner of the box and cursed that the bugs had gotten into the box like they do everything else in my garage.

And then…

I realized the stain wasn’t bug remains.

It was bird poop.

And the contributing animal lay dead midway through the box.

I have to say I almost threw up right then.

Box went in the trash and I thanked the heavens that I’d had the foresight to buy new wrapping paper.

This year?

I’m spending the money for a proper storage box.

I never.

Ever.

Want to see something like that again.

~shudder~