Bats!

It's been an interesting week. Beginning on Monday, Sara and I have spent a good part of it building a Bat Habitat (everybody builds a birdhouse). According to "The Queen of the Known Universe", one little brown bat can eat 500 mosquitoes per hour (I think I got that right). If that's the case, I'm going to start hanging these things around my yard by the dozens.

One of the side effects of getting old is that if a mosquito bites me I develop a welt the size of a quarter that itches like an ant colony was trying to tunnel out of my skin for about an hour, then it disappears. The more mosquitoes that are converted to bat guano, the better I will like it.

Sara did most of the work, assisted by me when the blade of the saw was too near fingers, or the power screwdriver ate it's batteries. Most of the construction was done on Monday, with the rest of the week waiting for caulk, stain, primer, and paint to dry.

Property values may be falling everywhere, but the bats wherever this thing is hung will have four star accommodations.

Well done, Sara.

Your grandma and I love you a lot.