My back sliding glass window that is.
Sigh. Beanie was sitting down eating her grilled cheese sandwich and I was in the kitchen doing some quick chores after I had finished mine. All of the sudden I hear a huge thud and whip around to see the rear sliding glass door is completely shattered. I say to Glenn, "I don't know what the hell just happened but you need to get over here right now."
I grab Beanie from her chair and take her away from the window because my first thought was that someone was shooting their bb gun and one got our window. Glenn is convinced it was a bird. I don't know...there isn't a dead bird on the deck and to do that kind of damage I imagine the damn bird would at least be knocked the heck out for a few minutes.
Now there's a pile of glass on my deck (luckily it's a double paned so the inside is fine) and we have to shell out money for a new pane of glass.
So, what do you think? Bird or bb? Random shattering glass? I don't know, but it sure was weird.