I’m used to bugs hitting and bouncing off my cycling jersey as I ride, and when that happens I’m just grateful they didn’t land on my face or — worse — in my mouth. I’ve gotten stung in the mouth before, and it was no fun. But today something else entirely hit my jersey. I thought it was a bug, but when I checked to see if it had flown off my shoulder where I felt it hit, I noticed what it really was: bird shit. This is the first time this has happened to me, and now I wonder why it doesn’t happen more often; I ride under trees all the time, after all. I had another hour to ride before I made it home, and I could see it sitting on my shoulder every time I turned my head to the right. Ick!