I hate the birds in my neighborhood. I really, really do. I got a nice 2005 Hyundai Accent, tiny lil white car with only 30000 miles on it, and I was so proud of it. I love the thing. Unfortunately, so do the birds. There's only one spot I can park it, and that's under a tree. And the birds have apparently decided it's the neighborhood dumping ground, if you'll pardon the pun. Which means I Have to go out in the nice ungodly hellish summer weather and wash it on a regular basis. Which isn't so bad, honestly, it's a bit tedious but it's relaxing. Until I step out onto the asphalt of the driveway and forget that I haven't wet it down or put shoes on. And it's 4 in the afternoon. The thing's been baking so long that it actually charred my foot. Seriously, I'm in the middle of scraping the burned callous off with a butter knife. It's terrible.