Sometimes you just can’t make this stuff up:
Last week I posted about the predilection of the members of my household to vomit in our master bedroom. And also, not so long ago, I posted about my current favroite TV show, “Dirty Jobs”.
Bridget and I were talking about the vomit-inducing qualities of our bedroom just as last week’s episode came on. It was about a place called….(wait for it)…Vomit Island. The whole episode was about a bird sanctuary in Lake Huron and the volunteers who monitor the birds who live there and how the birds barf and crap as defense mechanisms whenever they feel threatened by the presence of visitors. Needless to say, good ol’ Mike Rowe spent the entire episode getting thoroughly soiled. I guess he’d feel right at home with us.
I was reminded to tell you this story because of this New York Times article today about the cormorants in New York Harbor. The cormorants are rather unpopular with the locals because they are prodigious vomiters. At my house, we probably wouldn’t know the difference.
