Invader evades the bat patrol at the house with a picket fence: I tiptoe downstairs and find my guests sleeping on my living room floor. I stop on the stairs and wonder why they are not tucked away in the bridal suite where they are supposed to be sleeping. They hear me on the stairs and sit up and stare at me bleary eyed. David, the husband, looks at me through bloodshot eyes and says, “There was a bat.”
|Here is the photo of the bat patrol team!|
Here is the link to last week's column. Just click on the title or the first line and you will find it on the KPC website!
As for the bat...nope, naddy, zip.
As always, thank you for reading!