I’m getting a little tired of them. We had to chase one out of our upstairs neighbor’s kitchen last week at 3 a.m., and chase another one (or possibly the same one, I didn’t look that close) out of our dining room last night around midnight. I carved this image of a mama bat about a year ago. I don’t think the two recent visitors were mama bats, but again I didn’t have a chance to look at them close to see if they had babies hanging off them. I hope not, it was scary enough for the poor bat. And for me. Whenever the bat flew toward me I ducked. Mark kept telling me to stop ducking, but I pointed out that I was neither shrieking nor hiding under the covers, he should be happy with what he’s got. They always show up late at night, a time of day that is much better suited for my husband than for me, I do not think rationally after 11:30 at night. OK, you can make an argument that I don’t think rationally during the day, either, but it’s even less rational at night. Do you think carving an image of a bat might be some sort of magic spell that brought the bats to our house? Hmmmm…., maybe I’ll carve a picture of money next, or George Clooney.