I should run for Congress. I promised you a budget -- and you are about to get another distraction.
I told Kim that we would not have any more discussions about the source of the guano on the patio counter top.
But -- there are new developments.
So new, that I almost did a news flash at 1 AM on Friday. Instead, it will now be its own post.
While I was locking up the house early Friday morning, I decided to take a look up in my batless belfry on the off chance that I could see something.
And it looked as if something was there. Just a dark shadow, perhaps. Poets say they exist in the night.
Not being in a poetic mood, I switched on the little spotlights in the alcove.
And there he (she) was. One bat. But larger than what I had anticipated.
Despite Islagringo's advice to the contrary -- I was standing there a naked blogger. Well, naked in the sense that I was without my camera.
So I ask: Do I bother running up the stairs? This bat does not seem to stick around very long. Undoubtedly, a Bruce Wayne variety.
But, I answer myself: Why not?. Even though I knew that the bat would fly the -- whatever it is that bats fly from -- certainly not coops.
I run up the stairs. Look around for the camera. Run down stairs. Turn it on.
And what do I get? Low Battery Warning.
So up the stairs I run again. Pop in two new batteries. Run down the stairs.
All the while positive that no one is going to believe I finally saw the bat.
And ---
There it was. Awaiting its close up like some Latina Norma Desmond.
And here it is for you for your viewing enjoyment.
At least, that should be one mystery that will no longer haunt the house.
I told Kim that we would not have any more discussions about the source of the guano on the patio counter top.
But -- there are new developments.
So new, that I almost did a news flash at 1 AM on Friday. Instead, it will now be its own post.
While I was locking up the house early Friday morning, I decided to take a look up in my batless belfry on the off chance that I could see something.
And it looked as if something was there. Just a dark shadow, perhaps. Poets say they exist in the night.
Not being in a poetic mood, I switched on the little spotlights in the alcove.
And there he (she) was. One bat. But larger than what I had anticipated.
Despite Islagringo's advice to the contrary -- I was standing there a naked blogger. Well, naked in the sense that I was without my camera.
So I ask: Do I bother running up the stairs? This bat does not seem to stick around very long. Undoubtedly, a Bruce Wayne variety.
But, I answer myself: Why not?. Even though I knew that the bat would fly the -- whatever it is that bats fly from -- certainly not coops.
I run up the stairs. Look around for the camera. Run down stairs. Turn it on.
And what do I get? Low Battery Warning.
So up the stairs I run again. Pop in two new batteries. Run down the stairs.
All the while positive that no one is going to believe I finally saw the bat.
And ---
There it was. Awaiting its close up like some Latina Norma Desmond.
And here it is for you for your viewing enjoyment.
At least, that should be one mystery that will no longer haunt the house.
