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
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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!
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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
Zoe,
ReplyDeleteyou are funny...rest in peace Mr. Bat....
Oh Zoey I check in and you've had a bat and it is already deceased..things happen fast when I miss time in blogland.
ReplyDeleteYour little toast is funny!
I guess he was sick!
ReplyDeleteWe see them swooping around here at times. I remember mom had one behind her shutter one time when I still lived there and he came out at night.
I wondered also- a bat just doesn't sit around in broad daylight like that. Well RIP little beast. Like the little grave-marker you made. :)
ReplyDeleteToo funny! You were very kind to the deceased bat. I wouldn't have been so kind after spending 8 hundred dollars to rid my attic of them! Jean
ReplyDeleteThat was a most posthumorous post!
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