ST Get In Line - A Social Countdown to Episode VII... v. 2.0

sorted

 

Tomorrow is the new hair

 

chicken of the cave

 

well played, sounds like you made quite a special memory for all involved

 

There is white chocolate made from rice milk. Found it in Berlin last year - very tasty!

A Chorus of Disapproval - have you considered letting the bats stay, and use them to inspire your nightly life as a vigilante?

 

breadman don't need no inspiration

 

No. No, we have not. We actually like bats and are not creeped out in the least by them. But, there is a lethal combination of noise, more noise and the guarantee of unfathomable amounts of crap and pee being rained down the inside of our walls... let alone if one or more of them dies and begins to rot in there... that kind of makes us not think keeping them is a good idea for some reason.

 

what a mare. seriously, best of luck - i love life's little serenity tests

 

Thanks. All is well that ends well and all eventually ends well.

BATASTROPHE '14 - Day 2: "The Call Is Coming From Inside Of The House"!

Day 2 was productive. Despite a 30 degree temperature drop and ice cold rain pouring at dangerous speeds, the batsquad from last year returned to get on ladders and check the seals on last year's points of entry. Being upperclass bat, they preferred using their front door directly out onto Pine Street, like any civilized bat would. They did have a backdoor and a sidedoor and also what I have to believe was the servants' entrance, but when they went out for a night on the town, their preference was from a bit of bent soffett at the corner. All were still sealed. Either the bats have crafted a new entrance or the guy on the ladder was wet and cold and didn't bother to look at last year's work and just came inside needing something to report.


While they were in the house, I took them to talk to Mr. Bat in order for them to be on a first name basis. There is one spot in the house where we are certain that we can hang out, regardless of day or night, aside from when the family is out vamping it up at their nightclubs or wherever they go. Inside the bathroom closet, behind the wall which separates over into our bedroom the bats are always shuffling about. We have yet to verify this, but we believe it is because one or more suffer from sleepwalking or some sort of night terrors. The rubbing up against the wall is constant. Fidgety batstard. So, I introduced Rob, but Mr. Bat must have been preoccupied with completing Mrs. Bat's extensive redecorating plans because he didn't reply. Which is simply rude when I can hear that he is at home. Oh... wait... it was noon... am I disrupting your sleep? Yeah, what's that like...? So, I made several taps on the wall and loudly repeated that I'd like to introduce him to the people who are going to relocate them. To which he could finally be bothered to respond with loud bat curse words hurled at me through the wall. I attempted to get him to be more civil, but he continued with the loud, inappropriate opinions of my family and I informed him that this is precisely the sort of behavior that is making us have to ask him to leave.

Being a brick rowhome, a possibility that the removal crew and I discussed was that they are somehow entering closer to ground level and climbing up. I offered the possibility of their going through the vents in our central air unit which is on the third floor, outer wall. Either way, we are not positive where the new Batcave entrance is hidden. Which is rather the point of the Batcave, I suppose...

 

Those bats think darkness is their ally, they merely adopted the dark, chorus was born in it....