Here's some shit you never have to deal with on the 20th floor of a condo tower in Toronto.
There is a bat making sporadic passes through the living room this evening. This is considered no big deal. We'd prop the door open and eventually he'd find his way out, but then the mosquitoes would get in, so best leave well enough alone.
There was a bat colony in the attic when we arrived at Falling Downs. In the early years we made very determined efforts to get rid of them. The bats won.
Last year was the worst ever for rodents, from mice to chipmunks. Yes, fucking chipmunks in the house! You think they're cute when you're camping, but wait till the little fuckers are shitting in the candy dish on your coffee table. That'll change your opinion on the lovable chipmunk.
And who can forget the snake under the fridge.
Mr. Bat just did another fly by. The Farm Manager thinks we should give it a proper name. She's got the proper attitude when it comes to country living.
If you can't beat them, let's be friends.
Make yourself comfy, Batski!
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