Southerners love to visit and to receive visitors. It is a part of the grand tradition of “Southern Hospitality.” We believe hostesses should be ready to welcome anyone who knocks on their door at a moment’s notice.
Well, this week some unexpected callers have appeared at my old house. Maybe we should should start calling it “Animal House!” The first visitor is very welcome, the others – not so much.
This little charmer is our new house cat. He wandered in the open door of 815 17th Avenue like he owned the place. Apparently a stray, he has won all our hearts and a place in our family. His name is “General Lee.” Certainly, he is appropriately named for the “cat-in-charge” of an antebellum home.
Our other new visitors have been fluttering around in the third floor central hall, and causing quite a fuss. They are small dark brown bats. I can’t discover how they are getting into the house. There is no chimney in that area and the attic looks clear. Can anyone help me identify them? And, I get them out of the house? I know bats are a beneficial species and I don’t wish to harm them, just encourage them to move elsewhere. Any suggestions ya’ll have would be appreciated!