Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Batty

Butter is a city girl, growing up in Philadelphia, not much wildlife aside from the rabid raccoon every now and then. Thread is a bit more accustomed to wildlife growing up in the pine barrens of South Jersey. Actually I think Thread is getting a little tired of Butter constantly pointing out hawks flying high when we are driving to the Home Depot. But one night getting ready to get some Mexican take out, Thread was like, "Ummm, whats that?" Butter, having the case of the 'crangys', said, "Nothing lets go." But then she saw it too. A bat, the biggest she'd ever seen, flying around the side porch. His name is Bart, and we will build him a house nowhere near a door.

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