Oh, that's nothing.
This past October, I was walking home from school, I open the garage door to get in. I'm about to open the door between the garage and the house, when I feel something ruffle against my shoulder. Alarmed, I turn around to find... nothing.
Confused, I run in the house, but as I open the door there's a flutter of feathers. I look around, confused again, and then I look in the house and there... under the bench in the hallway... is a white albino pidgeon. o.o; or, I didn't know what it was at the time. I just saw this derranged white bird with big red bug-eyes and tufts at its clawed feet. Being from suburbia and this seldom experienced with pigeons, I... flip out. I go to call my friend up the street to help me get it out, but she isn't home; all the while the thing is just sitting in my front hallway... looking at me.
Finally, I call my dad and he tells me to get the broom and push it out the dor. Now, the broom is leaning on the wall right next to the open door, behind the pigeon. So I go to get the broom and WHAM! It runs into me and starts to seriously spaz-panic. I thrust the door as wide open as I can, grab the broom, and try to push it out. By now it's calmed down, but it won't budge, sitting there stubbornly, looking up at me.
I push it again. Nothing. Finally, I put those hockey years to good use and try to check it out, and it tumbles out for a second and fluters back in, running between my legs towards the living room, but I leap into action and get in its way to stop it. It goes to run in the kitchen, but it stops in the doorway. The bathroom is only a few feet away, and I realize I do NOT want it going into the bathroom because there I can't chase it out and it will be in an elclosed space, harder top get at; so, remembering birds like light places, I turn the light off and shiut the door off.
Ready for a fight, broom in hand, I take a step towards the pigeon. He looks up at me with his beady eyes. Then... he RUNS! Not into the kitchen, though. Rather, between my legs and into the ajar door of the bathroom I was like, --; so I just threw it come stale bread to munch on, closed the door, and waited for my mom to get home so we coukld take it on together. After a complicated maneuver involving crackers, a laundry basket and two bedsheets, we dumped it out the front door and it was never seen from again.
And that's my most interesting story. <__< It wouldn't be weird if it were something less random, like a cat or a sparrow... but.. and ALBINO PIGEON? yah.