and as in all great stories, the evil seeps through the walls, oozes through the cracks, penetrates the soul... and when there appears to be no chance of the light of day, there is a glimmer of hope...

there are 50-60 bats living and breeding in my attic... at least. but - i know where they are - they are sealed up with the handyman's secret weapon -- and a trap will be set soon...

strangly enough i do crave the taste of raw meat...