danica in the desert

and so i drove... drove until the road ended...










and yes, i know this picture is sideways... it's the desert heat.

gone. but not forgotton.

and the critters packed their bags and left. just left. did not say goodbye, no note. just took their babies, their luggage and vanished. crazy.

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...

yes - i guess this day was bound to come... the purple villita, 122 years young, is infested with bats. at the moment (with garlic tied around my neck and wooden stake at my side) there have been no sightings tonight. that is, inside. however, over the past three days, five bats have lost their lives and a sixth has gone missing within these lilac walls. i am starting to think that death befell these creatures because of ben and his stealth. had i not inturrupted, ben would have killed the sixth and missing bat. at least i would have known where it rested. and in death, these flying creatures emit the most putrid smell, as if hell itself has opened its gates to welcome them back home.

all i ask is that they stay outside.