A Plague of Parrots (redux)

So next week, some friends and I will be going back to the lovely sugar white sands of the Florida gulf coast.
It's been a few years since we've been. I'm looking forward to it, but  I don't really know what we'll find there. I like the element of surprise.

But let's take a look back at the condo in which we stayed last time, shall we?

Nothing screams "Summer fun" like blood red walls and iron crucifixes, right?
Making it even more festive was a jungle of dusty fake foliage, swarming with monkeys, parrots...and turtles.



Magic Eye Curtains in the living room. If you stare at it long enough you can see Satan riding one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse....and a unicorn. You see it too, right?


Reading material in the master suite, decoratively propped between two monkey-reading-a book bookends. Note the Walmart stickers.


Stain on master bed. I'm thinking someone got a bit too excited reading The Preacher's Wife and had an "accident".

One of the three blenders corpses. We killed two in two days. R.I.P. We're going for four this year.


Turtle on a swing. Hanging over toilet.
Imagine walking in to this at 4 am
More turtles, a veritable tower of turtles. Turtles on top of turtles.
I gave up counting the turtles and monkeys. The birds (28) and mirrors (14), however, I did.
Growth on wall.

Monkey playing piano while his brothers read Lonestar Cinderella. Wonder what he's playing.


Decapitated parrots in kitchen. Four of the 28 birds in the condo. Twenty nine if you count the towel swan.