While we thought the girl we saw across the alley this morning, standing in her backyard and brushing her hair wearing only a towel, was a funny, quirky feature of our new house -- a sign, if you will, that we’d moved into a charming, casual neighborhood that we’d surely enjoy – we were faced with a less auspicious omen in the afternoon:
Sonny, the kind representative from Wildlife Management Services, could barely hide his glee as he presented a detailed report of the bat activity going on between our roof and our baby’s bedroom.
“If anyone does get bit,” Sonny suggested helpfully, as I tried not to vomit on my new living room floor, “we do recommend you get tested.”
“Tested?”
“For rabies.”
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