Anyway, tenants are moving out. We are fixing little stuff. (Hopefully.) And voila, the place has a gazillion applicants already. Weird, but good. Let me tell you how much I loathe picking between qualified applicants. One had five cats and one dog. One had a credit score of 300. (I didn't think that was possible.) A couple others I'm not allowed to talk about.
|I hope this isn't what we find but I wouldn't|
Color me Captain Confused.
|When contractors go bad.|
Upon effing around with the deck, we discovered that little black pooplets were falling down from the attic area on one side. Previously there had been a hole in the fascia board and squirrels inhabiting the area. We got that all taken care of. Then we think, "Uh-oh, the squirrels are back." We do everything we can about that. More pooplets. Then I notice that the cat sits on the ledge of the deck staring up at the ceiling as if the ceiling will give him the answer to the meaning of life. Cat alert! Ah-oo-ga. The cat is staring at the ceiling. Hmm.
Having had rats in the attic (of another house, thank God) before, we think, rats? We do the thing that we need to do.
More pooplets. Even more suspiciously, more cat staring at the attic. Then other cats came to stare. (Not really.) (That would be all twisted to see a big group of cats sitting on my deck, staring at the ceiling.)
One day, HIM, the man to whom I'm married, shines a light up into the crack between the ceiling of the covered deck and the house's wall, and sees something moving. HIM comes to tell me because he loves to share ickiness with me. (It's a married thing.) HIM says, "It's not squirrels. It's not rats. It's...(cue dramatic music here)...bats." I squeal and threaten to move to a bat free country. (Then twenty people told me on Facebook that bats are good and our buddies and I'm being a total twathead.) (Maybe three people. They didn't really say I was being a total twathead. But they were thinking it.)
|Okay, this wasn't really in our deck's attic,|
but it is funny.
By the way, Bing and Google have pictures of bat poop so that you can identify the thing that's living in your attic space.
|Just so you know what it looks like.|
God, I love sharing.
I'll let you know.