If my life was boring I suppose I wouldn’t be blogging, or maybe I would still be blogging and nobody would be reading it? Anyways, as life would have it, apparently boring is not my style. And believe me when I say this, a bit of boring is not such a bad thing. In fact, if I ever complain about being bored give me a swift kick in the deriere would ya.
I have not found Mama bat…probably she is snoozing in the kitchen behind the cupboards for the day and frankly she can just stay there! Last night I barely slept. I don’t know perhaps because the kitchen door was wide open I was a bit nervous. I got out of bed several times to check on things and at one point I found the farmer’s cat in the kitchen searching for food…I wonder if he likes the taste of bat?
At about 4 a.m. I closed the kitchen door and decided enough was enough. I didn’t want the boar to wander into the house too because well, do I really need to explain why? When I woke up this morning I went outside to see if the baby bats were where I left them but they were long gone. For sure a tasty meal for some night crawler bigger than them. They really didn’t stand a chance which is why perhaps the Mama decided to birth them on our couch. Maybe I should have just left them where they were? I mean I hardly ever sit on that couch anyways.
Starving (remember bat in kitchen = diet for Leah), I started back for the house. But as I trotted past my beloved orto I discovered another gruesome scene. My precious zucchini plants were leveled by the boar! Is this really happening or is it just one long nightmare that I will wake up from in a day or two? I know I should be grateful for the fact that the beans and tomatoes were left untouched but I’m the one who tried to save the baby bats. Can’t mother nature cut me a bit of slack already?
Almost in tears I choked back my disappointment and went inside to check my email. Another bad move of course because my husband emailed to say his ship is delayed docking in Texas because of bad weather and he will not be home tomorrow. Why does this not surprise me in the slightest?
It’s a good thing I still have my sense of humour right? Or have I really just gone mad and no one wants to tell me?