Miss Marple packed her bag and went home. Hercule Poirot waddled off to Belgium.
There appears to be no solution to my sink guano mystery that we discussed on Monday: weekend mystery number dos.
The comment consensus is that I have a bat or bats leaving me nightly presents. I agree. The counter top has all the circumstantial evidence of being the day-time roost of several bats -- or one bat with a very severe digestive disorder.
The only problem with that theory is that, unless they have been cross-breeding with Claude Rains, they simply are not there.
The photograph at the top of this post is a bit disorienting. Imagine you are standing at the sink. Now, look up. That is what you would see.
But you would expect to see dark brown fur balls up there somewhere. But they are not there.
I climbed a ladder to be certain there is not a ledge up there. Nada.
I mentioned on Monday that I have purposely walked by the area at various hours during the night -- thinking that it might be the equivalent of a bat singles bar. I have yet to see the slightest movement.
But, just like clockwork, the guano shows up every day.
I am simply going to be happy the bats are somewhere. Not only do they fascinate me, they are actually useful with their insect consumption.
And insects we have a'plenty.
Jiggs cannot get up from the ground without assistance. Once up, he gets around fine. But he needs my help to go from being a dog rug to a dog on the run.
On Tuesday night, I was sitting out on the "lawn" with him, and I noticed that both of us were attracting lots of mosquitoes. And not just any mosquito. By their behavior and their appearance, they were easy to identify: Aedes aegypti. The girls that carry both yellow and dengue fevers.
Into the house we went -- after having more than our share of blood samplings -- hoping that the bats would make short order of our nasty little visitors.
Frankly, I do not care where the bats leave their guano as long as they eat the nasties that have been dining on me for the past two months.
There appears to be no solution to my sink guano mystery that we discussed on Monday: weekend mystery number dos.
The comment consensus is that I have a bat or bats leaving me nightly presents. I agree. The counter top has all the circumstantial evidence of being the day-time roost of several bats -- or one bat with a very severe digestive disorder.
The only problem with that theory is that, unless they have been cross-breeding with Claude Rains, they simply are not there.
The photograph at the top of this post is a bit disorienting. Imagine you are standing at the sink. Now, look up. That is what you would see.
But you would expect to see dark brown fur balls up there somewhere. But they are not there.
I climbed a ladder to be certain there is not a ledge up there. Nada.
I mentioned on Monday that I have purposely walked by the area at various hours during the night -- thinking that it might be the equivalent of a bat singles bar. I have yet to see the slightest movement.
But, just like clockwork, the guano shows up every day.
I am simply going to be happy the bats are somewhere. Not only do they fascinate me, they are actually useful with their insect consumption.
And insects we have a'plenty.
Jiggs cannot get up from the ground without assistance. Once up, he gets around fine. But he needs my help to go from being a dog rug to a dog on the run.
On Tuesday night, I was sitting out on the "lawn" with him, and I noticed that both of us were attracting lots of mosquitoes. And not just any mosquito. By their behavior and their appearance, they were easy to identify: Aedes aegypti. The girls that carry both yellow and dengue fevers.
Into the house we went -- after having more than our share of blood samplings -- hoping that the bats would make short order of our nasty little visitors.
Frankly, I do not care where the bats leave their guano as long as they eat the nasties that have been dining on me for the past two months.
