It has been two years, but finally the bat house has been erected underneath one of the gables of my house. South facing, of course, so the little flappers can soak in the heat from the sun.
My father made me the bat house two years ago, and Adam wanted it put up in a tree, I wanted it on the house, because of :
1) Solar loading from the bricks.
2) It looks really neat.
So, we came to a workable compromise. I would dig up my vignette of hibiscus flowers, pine trees, funny looking furry hens and chicks, normal hens and chicks, hollyhocks, and a chalkware reindeer ornament, in exchange for the erection of the said bat house underneath the gable.
In doing so, I decapitated the reindeer and killed my hollyhocks.
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On another completely non related note, I did succumb to the Olay commercials and their "fight the seven signs of aging" slogan , while getting a fake bake tan. Now I look yellow. My face is ochre. WTF? I have been using it correctly, but I look like I have a really bad disease like jaundice. Talk about false advertising. I was supposed to look like I was on vacation for a week, it looks like I was on vacation for a week and picked up a tropical disease. Thanks.
And before my non commenting readers (I know you are out there. . .I can see the stats), think, why don't you go out in the sun, Lisa? Well, I can't without the 50 proof sunblock, I have McSkin. Duh. |
