Daily Archives: August 9, 2009

A few evenings ago at my sister's house (I was sleeping in the finished basement) I was startled by a very large bat.  It flew into the enclosed laundry area so I shut the door.  And we had not seen it since.

I talked to my sister about it and she likes the bat.

They've had a few in the basement and when her husband kills one of them, she starts seeing bugs in the basement.  When there's a bat, it eats the bugs.

She says, "Better the bat I can't see than the bugs I can see".

But then...I like bats.  Bats are the good guys.  One bat in one night will eat a whole grocery bag full of mosquitoes.

I left my mountain bike with my dad (along with Tom's bike helmet) - and the stipulation that he doesn't ride without the helmet.

the last time he rode a bike, this happened:

Admittedly...the problem was Dad doing something that shouldn't be done on a bike (the seat was too hard so he put a pillow on it...when the pillow slipped, so did he).

the bike I left has really fat stable tires, is an adult bike (unlike the one he fell off) and has a padded seat.