Pigeon mathematics- foiled

Remember the pigeons I wanted to kill the other week? In my back alley? Well- they had laid eggs under my barbeque. Behind it, actually, so no one saw them. But, there, one day, I saw a pigeon who would not leave the railing. I shooed him away with the big BBQ tongs, and then peered over and saw these two eggs! The miracle of life! More rats of the sky!

I soon noticed all the other little horrible pigeons had had their babies and there were even some small pigeons bopping around the quad. So, I tipped the eggs off into the driveway below, guessing the radiant heat from the BBQ had cooked the little fuckers inside their own eggs.
And I was right, the eggs didn't even break.

Yannick, my French-fuck-hippie roommate was just then looking out the kitchen window at my wanton act of destruction. I practically had to lead him by the hand to the alley to show him that harm was already done when he was roasting that corn on the grill. What a peacenik! He wouldn't even kill a spider the other day!

I am calling animal control this weekend for the birds, there are too many of them, and we also have a rather large skunk roaming about. If someone would just give this Maritime boy a good .22 carbine all this would be taken care of...