Updated Crap Counter: Eleven Birds, One Bat.

Categories Dominican Republic, France, Odds & Ends

Two more craps have occurred since I last updated The Crap Counter: one from a bird and one from a bat. According to friends, family and strangers I’ve met on my travels, these are all good luck. At some point, however, good luck has morphed into confusion and now paranoia. I see a bird and I think ‘Really birds? REALLY?’.

Take this evening’s crap in Paris, for example: I had just crossed the street, was standing on a curb about to turn away, and *thwak* something fell and hit the left side of my head, hard. I touched my hat, took a look at all the goo on my glove and, gesticulating wildly, yelled ‘Eleven?! WHAT THE…?’ to my friend Patrick’s embarrassment. The culprit: a pigeon high up above us, swaying in the wind. How did crap manage to find me from 20 feet in the air? I don’t know. The conspiracy theorist in me is getting concerned.

Why the birds hate me and only me?

2011 update: I’ve been subsequently crapped on by one more bird, during Canada Day celebrations in Ottawa. At least my craps are now coinciding with my country’s national holidays? Perhaps it was a well-wish, and not just a number in the same old vendetta.


My hat, with today’s new crap.

The bat was no exception: in the Dominican Republic on a press trip, I was in a cave with a group of other bloggers. One lone bat flew over our heads and took a crap on only me. Twice. On the boat ride over to the cave, I told the group about my Crap Counter, understandably concerned about the sheer number of cormorants on the jagged rocks nearby. But the cormorants left me alone, leaving the dirty work to one brave bat.

Teeming mass of baby bats
Teeming mass of baby bats in the Dominican.

I have no idea why my head is so desirable to birds (and a bat). I have a small head; I would think other people’s normal-sized heads would make a better landing spot. In due course, I’ve come to react instinctively when I’m in a bird-filled place: I cringe, and I sidle away. I know this means the birds win, but I also know that bird crap takes time to clean out of my hair.

Where will the next crap occur? Only time will tell.

For those of you newer readers who have not yet had the opportunity to laugh at the invisible target on my head, viewable only to winged creatures (we hope….), here are the prior 10 craps that made it to The Crap Counter:

Crap 10: Bangkok, Thailand

The Crap: I was on my way to the hospital this morning, to get a chest x-ray and a doctor to figure out why my cough has been worsening day by day. (The answer, it turns out, involves my nights spent inhaling black smoke from the tyres burning on my corner.)

The beautiful garden outside my room in Din Daeng

Living in a garden has its benefits: lovely green vines, a cosy place to read – and many colourful birds. Among them, the Asian Koel who not only wakes me at 4am with its ‘wah-waaaaah’ sounds, but also likes the look of my head.

Crap 9: Yangon, Myanmar

The Crap:In the midst of explaining that birds love to take a crap on my head, a pigeon decided to punctuate the tale by shitting on me. The fact that I was actually talking about the Official BirdCrap Counter to a Canadian couple whilst the crap occurred was extraordinary. Being Burma, a crowd gathered within seconds as the 3 of us doubled over with laughter at the side of a busy street, wondering what had us so out-of-control.


The culprit: Yangon, Myanmar.

Craps 7 & 8. Nyangshwe, Inle Lake, Myanmar

The Crap: A twofer, courtesy of Burmese birds. The first crap occurred while I was standing outside of the beautiful Mingalar Inn, my home in Nyangshwe for the week. I had, of course, just showered and washed my hair. While talking to the owner about my day, a magpie let a huge one rip and it landed squarely on my skull. Trying to explain the Birdcrap Counter to the hotel was a huge fail, but at least Honza and Sergey, two new traveling friends, had a good laugh at my expense. That night, as the 3 of us were drinking wine, another bird shat on my head (and on my bag – it was a spread-out crap). On the bright side: I had witnesses for my 2nd twofer of the Official Birdcrap Counter.

Crap 6: El Nido, The Philippines

The Crap: Spending several months in El Nido gifted me some of the happiest memories of my life – and Crap #6. Nestled into the Bacuit Bay and surrounded by huge karst cliffs, the town is ground zero of a multitude of bird species, one of which took a liking to my small head. The unfortunate event occurred while I was scaling one of the limestone cliffs, so by the time I returned to town I stunk like it was nobody’s business.

Crap 5: Ko Phang-an, Thailand

The Crap: A month of yoga on a tropical island should translate into a state of total zen. And while I was calmer than I’ve ever been, Crap #5 didn’t make me smile. There might have been a small temper tantrum on Haad Salad beach.


Yeah, well I’m watching you too, birdie.

Crap 4: Gandantegchinlen Monastery, Ulan-Bator, Mongolia

The Crap: Pigeons are considered good luck in Mongolia, and feeding them is encouraged. As a result, there are plenty of pigeons to go around, which becomes abundantly clear when visiting a monastery, aka a pigeon-feeding zone. Crap #4 had me spluttering with rage when a pigeon let one loose on my head and then landed next to me and looked up, expecting food. He did not get any.


Mongolia’s monasteries: pigeon central

Crap 3: The Galapagos Islands, Ecuador

The Crap: En route to the lovely Isla Española in the Galapagos Islands, a trail of giant frigate birds followed our boat in its wake, weaving to and fro above us. Of course, this meant that one of them took a shit. And of course, it landed on me. Given the size of these birds, let’s just say I needed more than 1 shower to clean it off.


Frigate birds, incoming!

Craps 1 & 2: Paracas, Peru.

The Crap: When winding my way up the coast of Peru, a visit to Paracas made perfect sense. Known as Peru’s Galapagos, the Islas Ballestas and the Paracas National Park are home to cormorants, penguins, condors, pelicans and flamingos, as well as dolphins, sea lions, turtles, sharks and more. Unfortunately for me, the sheer volume of birds meant that I was statistically doomed to be shat upon. Which I was, twice. And every other tourist in the boat got out unscathed.


Cormorants, waiting to crap on me in Paracas, Peru.

And thus concludes the current state of the Official Crap Counter.

-Jodi

22 comments to Updated Crap Counter: Eleven Birds, One Bat.

  1. Oh my gosh, this is HYSTERICAL. I think my only crap encounter was at one of the Disney parks in Orlando last summer, though it was just on my arm (easy enough to clean off vs. hair or clothing). I will always remember, however, the first trip my family took to the UK when I was a teen and of course we had to visit Trafalgar Square. (Which now, looking back on it, pigeons=gross.) And my eight-year-old sister literally became a dumping ground for the birds. We had to find a bathroom in one of the London Tube stations and wash her hair under the faucet! It was wintertime, which made it all the worse.

  2. You should consider yourself lucky. You could instead suffer the bird dropping fate of Aeschylus. He was a philosopher in ancient Greece who died when an eagle dropped a turtle on his head. Yep. I guess eagles drop the turtles down on to rocks to smash them open. His bald head must have looked like a good rock because well, he’s dead.

  3. Camels & Chocolate: you know, I never did mention it here but my brother and I spent hours in Trafalgar feeding the birds. Perhaps this is their way of thanking me? In those hours, however, not one bird crapped on us. And I’ve been making up for it since.

    Shawn: Yes, I am happy that not one of these 11 craps has killed me yet. Hopefully this status quo will stand ;)

  4. I want to make bad jokes so badly it makes me fear for my own safety. Something like, “Crappy luck” or something sad like that. It’s worrying, but at least I know who to take with me next time I visit a bird park. The last time I went I had toucans attacking my toes for the whole time.

  5. Holy f—ing….crap!! What past-life drama are you working out with the world’s flying creatures?

    Please remind me to bring you along to St. Mark’s Square someday (or maybe my beloved Trafalgar again, as your luck surely can’t hold out twice) so that I might walk unfettered and unafraid. :)

  6. OMG you poor thing, but well they say it’s good luck, so maybe embrace it and just always bring wipes with you when you travel??? ;-)

  7. Craig, Melanie: thank you for your kind understanding. Such good friends I have that offer to take me with them as their bird-shield ;) Actually it doesn’t bother me but it’s gotten ridiculous at this point. This bird was so high up and it was so windy….I just don’t know why it keeps happening. What’s the message here?

    Andi: thanks for the sympathy. In 2s or 3s perhaps it’s excellent luck but in 11s? Either way, it’s been a funny and strange part of my travels that I never expected!

  8. At least you had a hat on this time – somehow you’re a moving target that creatures the world over want to defecate on. I wonder if they keep count of how many heads they get?

  9. I got pooped on by pidgeon on my recent trip to Gibraltar and immediately thought of you – now I know what it feels like too!

  10. Bessie: I wonder if it’s some sort of game for them? “We got her again, that’s 10 points!”

    Sunee: Welcome to my world~!

  11. I would not believe it if not for the fact you actually took a photo, lol. Jodi you have the worst luck! I don’t even think I’ve ever been crapped on from a bird.

    I did accidentally step in horse poo the other day, I think that may be worse…

  12. I wonder where this worldwide legend of bird doo = luck came from…and if it counts for other animals (puppy pee for example).
    Have you heard a crap count from any other victims that even comes close to yours?

  13. I’m sorry but just the word “Crap Counter” kills me and not sure which is funnier, that or that it has happened to you so much that you needed to coin a word for it! jajaja You should trade mark that word girl!

  14. Jodi,

    I think one of the first posts I ever read on your site was a Crap post. I can’t believe the luck you have! Do you just laugh and shake your head when it happens now?

  15. A: that’s definitely worse – and harder to clean off. Ugh.

    Jessie: No, no one I know has had this concentrated a crap record. Not sure where the connotation comes from, but I’d wager it developed as a means of making people feel better when they got shat on ;)

    T-Roy: I don’t want to trademark it and encourage more craps! Karmically, I feel as though this might be the wrong tactic.

    Laura: Started as a joke – ok, I’ve had a lot of craps so why maybe people will find it as strange as me? – but now it’s just absurd. I’m not upset when it happens, just incredulous. I promise I’ve been nice to birds. I met a woman on my flight who said birds are protective animals in a spiritual sense, so perhaps there’s a message there. Who knows – all I know is that I need to buy more hats.

  16. I laughed out loud at this. I’ve been shat on by a pigeon, which hit the back of my school skirt from a railway bridge, but that, I believe, is it.

    In the bat caves of Mulu National Park in Borneo, however, they warn you, specifically, about looking up *with your mouth open*. I’m guessing from someone’s experience…

  17. Oh yes! I’ve seen a documentary about those caves. After crawling through the cave connection in Sagada (6 hours of spelunking from one cave to another) covered in Guano, I’m probably going to take a pass on the Borneo monster. Seems wise, don’t you think?

  18. Clearly you need a hat. I get really nuts when birds go over-head and I don’t have one on. Bats are an entirely different story, they scare the heck out of me.

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