After several rain delays the stairs are all but done, so there will be pictures of those tomorrow. Today, though, is a picture of the bat who has taken up residence in the recycling.
We keep the recycling outside because of the inestimable powers of Puppy Destruction! I went to drop a load of empties in there and caught myself a second before the really big, really fluffy bug was covered in old soup. Hey, this is the South — if it’s smaller than a breadbox and it’s not a snake, it’s a bug, but I autocorrected to “bat” when I saw one of its ears tracking me.
It might be hurt so we’re just going to let it be until it flies away or until seven days from today when Brown puts on his extra-heavy-duty work gloves and finds a plastic bag. In the meantime, I’m currently browsing online plans for bat houses; we build a couple of these and our summers might be mosquito-free.
Cross your fingers for tiny bat health. The poor little thing does not look well.