Yesterday morning, a spider was crawling on my bathroom ceiling. I scooped it up in a cup and ushered it on outside. Then, when I was walking along Granville street later that morning, I (along with a few other people) noticed a pigeon on the ground, flapping around. It's wing looked like it was broken. My heart dropped but I didn't know what to do so I walked away and hoped it would get the help it needed. The pigeon was gone when I walked by again so I'm hoping someone helped it. I feel like a horrible person.