So it is Sunday morning, and I am putzing around, watering the garden, taking out the compost, picking up gumballs etc in the yard.
Then Tom gets up, he indicated he wanted to walk with me this morning. So I’ve been up a while, and am ready to go, but he just got up. Getting out the leashes cause the dogs to get him motivated.
We decide to drive over to an area where we are considering a house and see what it’s like there on a Sunday morning. We do our walk, we stop at a coffee house get some coffees, and muffins and come home.
More putzing around and I notice a brown spot on the tree. I thought it was a cicada, they are driving me crazy right now.
It was not a cicada. Just look
Now this was noon time, I know this little guy should not be where he is. These are huge Sweet Gum trees, so there must be a cavity up there somewhere that this little guy escaped from. Luckily the trunks are in shade, although late evening might cause it to be in sun. We’ll need to monitor.
What to do, What to do.
Well, we cut a branch from the tree and put it in front of the little bat to protect it, hopefully from predators.
Did you ever wonder about that expression – BatShitCrazy?
Wonder no more, according to the UrbanDictionary,
A person who is batshit crazy is certifiably nuts.