This talk of pets is reminding me of all kinds of funny stuff....
I was in a pretty big/nice (5000 sq ft) newer house. The agent let me in and left for awhile. So, I get setup and open up the attic access hatch and leave my ladder under the open hole. I go run around the exterior for a half hour or so, taking note of several signs of birds getting into the attic (should have been a sign). So, I go back to head for the attic and when I open the master bedroom door (thank god it was closed) there are about 4 birds flying around the room trying like hell fly outside through the big picture window.
Well, apparently when birds get scared they 'drop' a lot. There was bird poo from one end of the master suite to the other. I had to 'shue' them out by opening one of the windows and taking the screen out.... then onto the mess. I got it cleaned up right about as the agent returned.... Luckily, he was a guy I know very well and we had a good laugh.
I'll never forget trying to navigate my way to a window that I could open with birds flying around and dropping bombs everywhere... I think sometimes we should get hazardous duty pay
