Overnight birds had performed an aerial assault on my car. They didn't miss an inch! From the hood to the trunk and even both side mirrors and windows had been bombed.

"Whoa," I thought when I saw what had happened. "What did I do to tick the birds off?"

However, the scarier site was inside the car. I had taken a quick glance around and could only roll my eyes at such a mess. Despite the purchase of a drink holder, change was glued together from a Mt. Dew disaster a day earlier. The floorboards were littered with leaf particles and small rocks and the little trashcan in the backseat was overflowing. There were even a couple of coats and an umbrella piled in the passenger seat with who knows what under them.

"Oh, it is time to clean this crappy garbage mobile," I thought to myself.

It took several hours, oceans of soapy water and half a garbage bag to make my car sparkle like nearly new again.

"If I spot bird bombs on my car tomorrow, war is on with those creatures," I told my mom after hand-washing the outside with nearly freezing water from the garden hose.

So far, all has been peaceful. My car has remained unsoiled. I have my fingers crossed the birds have retreated for a while. And as for the inside, I have managed to keep it clear of junk and Mt. Dew.