Dad to the Rescue

Last night my folks stopped by with a huge container of soup for us.  As Mom and I were walking out into the garage, we both jumped back at what we saw.  Mike had put a "sticky board" by the steps, intended to catch crickets and other unwelcome bugs before they jumped into the house.  Somehow, a Carolina wren had flown into the garage and gotten stuck on the board.  Thoroughly stuck.  She was flopping, trying her best to get off, but there was no hope of removing her from that board.  We motioned for Dad to get out of the car, so he came and removed the board, then somehow (I'm not asking any questions) humanely dispensed with the bird and put the whole thing into his trunk to dispose of without me having to look at it any more.  Thanks, Dad!