I dunno. Are you sure that’s a Pegasus? It sounds more like a Griffin to me.
If it is a Griffin, and you don’t get rid of it, it’ll be back every year, and trust me, you don’t want Griffin droppings on your eaves.
Definitely pegasi. They keep the tops of the trees nicely trimmed, and I haven’t heard of any neighborhood pets missing. And the baby must be teething. Cute kid, but the whinnying and snorting keeps me up half the night.
I’ve seen what griffin droppings do to the eaves, not to mention the paint. And the damned things won’t stay off the cars. Between damage from the foreclaws and the hind talons, the neighbor’s car looked like hell (of course, it looked like hell to begin with, but the scratches made it look worse.) AND the insurance company raised his deductible.
Check out John Varley’s Titan trilogy for lots of good literary centaur erotica.
I’ve found that commercial deer repellent works quite well for pegasi. You know, the sort they sell at places like Homely Despot for gardens. Spray it all over your roof before they start nesting, and there you go! Just be sure to reapply after it rains.
For as much I seem to be complaining about them, I actually kinda like having them up there. Like I said, the garden is coming along quite nicely, thanks to their droppings, and they scare the hell out of the neighbor’s Pomeranian (worth watching the little pest shake in terror in and of itself!). Plus watching the father standing guard over the nest while the baby is perched just on the edge, flapping and testing out its wings, well, there are just no words to describe the magnificence and power of these animals. Mama is out right now, grazing somewhere.
Now with harpies, anything more than 3 in the neighborhood is defintiely an infestation. With all the racket and obscenities, the territorial issues (you are in THEIR space, not vice versa), not to mention their shit in the garden ain’t worth, well, shit, you have real problems when the harpies move in. Calls for some professional work there to remove them, not to mention the cost of the federal permits and the time it takes for the scars to heal. Certainly not a DIY jobbie. I speak from experience.
I had a pet Griffin once. I named him “Merv”. 
pfff. you think you guys have got it bad - last time my girlfriend came back from ireland she only went and brought back a bloody leprachaun she bought off a local.
“But its domesticated!” She said. “And sooo cute!”
Domesticated my arse! Guess who has to clear up after the crotchety little bastard. And JESUS CHRIST there is nothing worse than being woken at three in the morning on a work-day by some little green git screaming “Someones After Me Lucky Charms!”
I swear to God next time she goes away for a while i’m going to have the bloody thing put down and claim that it ran away.
Be careful, **garius ** ! They are parasitic, & will attach themselves between your shoulder blades.
Then, you’ll have a “Pat on the back”.
Garius…LMFAO
I would LOVE to see a centaur…or a pegasis…or griffen…or a pheonix…
heck i’d take a screaming-leech…
My centaur is named Pete Domenici–oh wait, centaur. Never mind.
Yeah, you can complain about your centaurs and your griffins and your harpies, and a year ago I would have joined you. We’ve had no problems with any of those for several months now.
Ever since the dragon roosted on the water tower.
At least when a pigeon craps on your car you don’t have to shovel it out.
Now a chimera or a manticore – there’s an annoying beast!
We had a displaced chupacabra wandering about Central Alberta a while back, must have become disoriented or something and made its way north, poor little sucker. At any rate, it was relatively easy to lure and kill, just left some fresh blood out after the weekly rituals. Made fantastic chupachops it did. Oddly, it tasted somewhat like goat.
I met a nice girl hanging out on some at the beach last week. Anyway, gotta go, she’s calling me right now.
I had to quit my job working for them cause my new g/f got into a fight with my bait crew-member, calling her a tramp and a hussy.
Dirty Centaurs
one of my clients is actually a temp agency - they wanted me to build an online system whereby people could register for work online and be added automatically to their temp databases (after the requisite checks have been made).
Anyway, as i was building the online version of their application form i came across what appeared (at least to me) to be a highly personal question:
This bugged me for ages - couldn’t work out why they’d want to know something like that.
Turns out one of their biggest contracts is with Terminex. Terminex have such a huge turnover of bait-crew that virtually every week they are screaming down the phone for temp virgins to fill in.
True Story.