Plan "B"

I'm not going to say that I don't spend any time at home, but I certainly don't spend much time going through the front door - about twice per day. A bird has been squatting between the porch light and a old metal box that used to contain a burgler alarm bell. I don't usually turn on my porch light, so there was really no way to tell that some critter had taken up residence.

I had seen little poops on the porch over the last week or so, but never thought more than some bird had hung out there for a while, then flew away.

Well, two nights ago was BIG laundry day, so I ended up going back and forth a couple of times between the BIG laundry room. Flutter flutter flutter!!! - scared the heck outta me. That was it I thought. I thought I had scared it away for good, but it came back the next night. So, lacking anything in the way of a plan, I put some tin foil up to sorta block off the open area in hopes to discourage squatters (and really enhance the beauty of the exterior of the house).

I don't suppose this is a terribly funny or insightful story. I also don't think it's really worth reading at this point. It's just my life and what goes on day to day. There are really only two things that are reveled in this:

1. I'm never home and woodland creatures are starting to take over my dwelling.
2. I do my own laundry.