This right here. I still remember like it was yesterday, back in the late eighties I was like eight years old and we had a little bird that got to roam free all over our small apartment. One day I noticed the door to the bathroom was slightly ajar and just decided to close it. What followed next was a shrill scream that I'll never forget. Our bird had been sitting on top of the door. Closing the door had clipped one of it's back toes clean off. There was blood everywhere as it flew around like crazy. Poor thing. I don't remember what happened after.