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Winged rats. I scraped all the poop off my balcony, and then I even scrubbed it with soap and water and vacuumed it in preparation for painting.
While I was getting the paint ready a bunch of them showed up and shat all over everything again.
I put up a plastic owl. I wrapped the railings in fishing line. I put up reflective wind chimes. I have a super soaker by the door that I shoot them with whenever I can. They don't get the fucking message that my balcony isn't a pigeon toilet. Fuck pigeons. Next escalation is an airsoft gun.
