The old Mazda pickup I drive has a white drop of bird doo on the inside window sill of the driver’s side. It must have landed there while the door was momentarily open as I was getting in or out. It could only have missed me by inches.
It’s been there for several months, now. I leave it there to remind myself how lucky I am. We only notice the poop that lands on us, not the 99% that misses.