I think you’ll find it interesting.”“Why not show it now? I have a few minutes.”“It’s not a few minute video.” She gave me a wink. “Tr...st me, you’ll want to see it. It’s very ... illuminating.”I gave her a strange look. Why was she acting so coy? “Okay, honey. I’ll be home at the usual time.”“Good.” She took a last bite then bolted from the table yelling, “I love you, Daddy, got to go.”I shook my head as the door crashed shut behind her. In some ways she was still my little girl, in other ways. “Hey neighbor, do you have a ladder that I can borrow? I’ve got a starling building a nest in my gutter and I want to get rid of it before they shit all over the side of my house.”“Sure, it’s kind of heavy. I’ll help. We went through the house and I opened the garage door. The two of us managed to wrestle the heavy fiberglass contractor’s ladder out without banging it against my wife’s sports car and we carried it to his SUV.It only took us a couple of minutes to clean the nest out of his. Wet day, summer storm, and she took the corner too fast, lost it, started going sideways. Now my truck’s kinda solid, but Nova’s aren’t, and there was a real nasty sound as they said ‘hi’ to each other. Course, she started running round in the rain like a madwoman, so I put on a jacket, went out to join the fun. Noticed she had a pair of kids in the car, staring out the windows. Right after that I noticed she was pretty cute. Smudgy reprint of a young Demi Moore was how she looked, so it seemed. "So, let’s get to lifting!" He said cheerfully. Any naughty thoughts of our landlord were put on hold as we started heaving boxes. There was little service elevator, but it held little more than one person and a box, so it seemed like a waste of time to keep using it. Everything went by the stairs. When we tried getting the couch upstairs, though, we got into trouble."It’s stuck!" I know!" Are you pushing?" Yes, we are!"My wife and I pushed as the landlord tried pulling it up over the edge of.