My life is now complete. A bird pooped on me today.

I was at Prof. Kerber's house for a cookout with the other supervisors for the Oneida Workshop dig. As we were sitting around talking after dinner (I believe I was telling them about my possible Watson/Fulbright application to study indigenous involvement in heritage management in New Zealand), I felt something hit my shoulder. I figured it was a leaf or a seed of some kind, so I reached back to brush it off. But leaves and seeds generally aren't wet and gritty.