Shortly after cleaning my windshield at a gas station, I heard an impressive SPLAT in front of me. Trying to look out at the traffic past the smearing mess covering half my vision, I was confounded to figure out what in tarnation could've left such a massive deposit on my car. At the next gas station, I very briefly inspected the solidified goop for any signs of insect parts, only to find no discernible exoskeletal pieces. My best conjecture remains as "bird turd".
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