Ten To Twenty, Aka a Very Long Sentence

Beady black-eyed bird perched in the bush outside my window cocking his head from side to side eying the squirrel-proof feeder that is coated thickly with a layer of Vaseline not to keep the squirrels away but to keep the rats out of the feeder who have taken up residence in the pampas grass which separates my house from the neighbors and who have multiplied (the rats, not the neighbors) at a rapid pace ever since the neighbor's yard man killed that perfectly harmless snake, waking me from my daylight sleep...the harsh and unusual noise of a man pounding a snake to death with a stick and wanting to stop him but unable to open any windows in this old house which were all painted shut by careless painters or demented residents, perhaps Joe who used to live here and briefly made his ghostly presence known when we first moved in, but now only occasionally pulls the shower curtain open if we leave it closed and sometimes makes a rattling noise with the little lever that closes the drain in the bathtub which we never take baths in because who wants to lay around in tub filled with soapy dirty water, fecal cells floating around attaching themselves to your chest, your hands and then you feel like you have to take a shower, anyway, so why waste time that you could be spending watching the bird who is eying the greasy feeder with great suspicion.