By Liv Hage
FORUM—As the snow melts into a pathetic puddle, and muddy footprints fill the JRC, the new first years are greeted by the unique smell of fresh shit. Literal shit. The culprit? The newly returned crows. Just back from a luxurious migration, the familiar feathered friend has succeeded in its annual hazing of the unsuspecting first years. Although we, at the B&S, are thoroughly versed in matters of feces for some reason, the newest members of our community are not.