Last time I was at PetSmart I totally missed the bat aisle. Bat toys, bat waterers, little guano-catchers and those cute little sweaters with holiday themes.
I had seen an article on making a Burlap Bat Boudoir in Mother Earth News a few weeks ago. A bat boudoir? Who doesn't want a bat boudoir? When I looked it up just now I noticed the sentence "I had a habit of storing old rugs and burlap sacks by hanging them over the rafters in my small barn and carport."
Really now? My husband has a habit of storing granite sinks in our driveway.
All this talk of chickens and bats and natural predators real and imagined made me realize that it was time to let the chickens run free again. They seem perfectly happy all safe in their coop, but when they are digging in leaves and dashing across the lawn they have an aura of euphoria to them. Yes, there is some danger a hawk will swoop down and carry one away (and introduce her to its friends and treat her like an exchange student), but there is nothing like seeing a clan of chickens come running when you call them.
And speaking of household pets, we have good news and bad news in the robotic vacuum department. Bad news: the new Jessica went belly-up within a week. Good news: iRobot tech support is as good as it was rumored to be and the new Jessica is now belly-down. More good news: in the process of resuscitating the new Jessica it became evident that the original Jessica could also be rehabilitated. A vacuum barely alive.
Gentlemen, we can rebuild her. We have the technology. We have the capability to build the world's first bionic vacuum. Jessica will be that vacuum. Better than she was before. Better, stronger, faster.But we can't have two Jessicas. We would get confused. The Roombas would likewise get confused. So we asked Lucy to name Jessica's new sister.
Lucy's well-read. Heck, she's even been to an opera.
She named Jessica's sister "Ashlee." Where have we gone wrong?