Somehow, it would be less surprising to see a torrent of religious literature coming down my chimney.

When I lived in Miami, I worked in a taller building that always had pigeons hanging around making stupid cooing noises and crap. I hate pigeons. One day, a loud BAM told me that one of them finally flew into a window, I went to gleefully watch it die.

The most shocking thing about this, to me, is that the beehive set only costs about double what I'd expect to pay for it at a realistically-priced store. I really want a beehive. It's useful and (comparatively, at least) modestly marked up.

I hate the author of this post. (Not literally, but I like exaggeration.)

For other people named Peter Brock, see Peter Brock (disambiguation).