Well, now that I have your attention with that title, I will tell you about my morning so far.
The alarm went at 6 a.m. because Doug is golfing this morning. I've learned it's just easier to get up. The next thing I heard was, "Lorraine, Hayley had diarrhea in the night." I won't print my exact reply, but it was something like: "Okay, dear, I will be right there to clean it up!"
Grab the paper towel roll, the household cleaner, pull on disposable gloves in such a pretty shade of blue, and enter the attached garage. Take one look at the offering, go back for more towels, and a large garbage bag. Realize that I can't see well in the garage because of the overcast morning so back I go for a flashlight. Position the flashlight so that I can--more or less--see the offering, conveniently left on the grate. Clean up the mess, pour vinegar and water down the grate, make a trip to the garbage can to disguise the smaller garbage bag within a larger garbage bag.
While I'm in the cleaning up poop job mode, I decide to clean up the bat poop at the front door. This is my daily job from mid-May to mid-September. The bats love to hang around our place, and we like them there because they take care of the mosquitoes in our front yard. We don't like them because those little brown bats hang right by our front door.
We are glad to report that we have the ideal conditions for brown bats--a pond, angles on the house that are perfect for 'hanging out,' and more than enough bugs to satisfy. Therefore, it has been predicted that we probably have hundreds--if not more--bats living in the neighborhood.
Our attempts to get them to 'hang out' elsewhere have all been dismal failures. We have tried putting up a bat house--it's a good bird perch, but I've never seen a bat near it; hanging wired gizmos in the corners--they just wriggle around them; wind chimes to frighten them--they just fly around them; even putting a radio under a box tuned to an all-night talk show--they invited their friends to hear the show.
After cleaning up the poop and spraying the area with bug spray, I make another trip to the garbage can.
So, how is your morning going so far! (I had to use an exclamation mark because the question mark has decided not to work on my computer--yes, I know the computer is on some function level that I am not.) I have a feeling it`s going to be one of those days.
The alarm went at 6 a.m. because Doug is golfing this morning. I've learned it's just easier to get up. The next thing I heard was, "Lorraine, Hayley had diarrhea in the night." I won't print my exact reply, but it was something like: "Okay, dear, I will be right there to clean it up!"
Grab the paper towel roll, the household cleaner, pull on disposable gloves in such a pretty shade of blue, and enter the attached garage. Take one look at the offering, go back for more towels, and a large garbage bag. Realize that I can't see well in the garage because of the overcast morning so back I go for a flashlight. Position the flashlight so that I can--more or less--see the offering, conveniently left on the grate. Clean up the mess, pour vinegar and water down the grate, make a trip to the garbage can to disguise the smaller garbage bag within a larger garbage bag.
While I'm in the cleaning up poop job mode, I decide to clean up the bat poop at the front door. This is my daily job from mid-May to mid-September. The bats love to hang around our place, and we like them there because they take care of the mosquitoes in our front yard. We don't like them because those little brown bats hang right by our front door.
We are glad to report that we have the ideal conditions for brown bats--a pond, angles on the house that are perfect for 'hanging out,' and more than enough bugs to satisfy. Therefore, it has been predicted that we probably have hundreds--if not more--bats living in the neighborhood.
Our attempts to get them to 'hang out' elsewhere have all been dismal failures. We have tried putting up a bat house--it's a good bird perch, but I've never seen a bat near it; hanging wired gizmos in the corners--they just wriggle around them; wind chimes to frighten them--they just fly around them; even putting a radio under a box tuned to an all-night talk show--they invited their friends to hear the show.
After cleaning up the poop and spraying the area with bug spray, I make another trip to the garbage can.
So, how is your morning going so far! (I had to use an exclamation mark because the question mark has decided not to work on my computer--yes, I know the computer is on some function level that I am not.) I have a feeling it`s going to be one of those days.
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