...indigo crap! you all know the feeling, you spend all day (well, in my case I did) cleaning indigo cages, the room is clean, it smells, well, odor free, and you just kind of look at all of the clean indigo cages. Then, you kick back on the sofa and watch the Bears put a thumping on those cheeshead Green Bay Packers (my family is from wisco so i am allowed to poke fun at them) when all of a sudden, you begin smelling that oh so familiar odor of indigo crap. you then hear the sound of what can only be described as a fire hose dousing a fire. and now, with my temporary exhiliration of a clean indigo room over, i must now start all over. someone tell me why i do this to myself...oh yeah, indigos are the world's greatest snakes, indigos are the world's greatest snakes, indigos are the world greatest snakes, .........


