Posthumous Post

That would be posthumous for the bat, not me!

Jean left a comment on my last post about the bat hanging on my foundation in broad daylight:

I would say that there is something wrong with the bat if it is right outside like that. Be careful!... Jean

Jean, we wondered the same thing, and it turns out you were correct

When I got home from work today, the poor little bat lay dead on the concrete sidewalk. My husband got home before I did and he had already buried the bat. I made a little cross and sacrificed a blooming tulip for the grave.

DH buried it right in my flower garden next to the sidewalk (4 inches from where it succumbed to whatever disease it had). Personally, I would have have given it a ride on the end of the shovel and threw it over the rockwall so I didn't have to worry about digging up the carcass when I plant flowers. But since it was already there, I made a little cross (now I will remember where it is). I can assure you that I do not want to be digging up bat bones when I decide to plant in this area!

So here's a toast to the life of the bat:

Your life was swift,
That's no doubt,
I'm sorry you died
Before the mosquitoes
Came out