Sunday, September 13, 2009

Let Me Get My Tennis Racket

A portion of our backyard is a 'nature preserve' (aka minor flood plain no builder would develop). Dave found some 'visitors' (more like trespassers if you ask me) at the edge of the woods.

For some reason he felt compelled to show them to me, and for some reason I felt compelled to photograph one (yes, there are multiple).

I asked my strong, strapping husband to kill them. To which point he said rather sarcastically 'Sure, let me get my tennis racket'. It's been three days and our 'visitors' are still alive . . .

1 comment:

Zoo Keeper said...

ha! We had a "bat incident" a few years ago. Needless to say I was the one that eventually got the bat out of the house. Apparently I married a non-bat person. (read: terrified of bats..)