Showing posts from June, 2017

Ghost Pee

"What is that smell?" the search began while I happily snored in an armpit. "Did they pee on the couch?" my moms asked in surprise and dismay, "maybe on a blanket? On one of their beds?" The quest continued. 

The sniffing around the room accelerated until the realization, "Oh no... it's Shyla..." My humans were nauseous at this point, my stench was so great. Mr Bacchus piddles on my head sometimes when I'm distracted by amazing odors in the yard. 

Suddenly, I was transported to the bathtub. 

I stood miserably while water touched me. 

Once the terribleness was over, I was wrapped in a comfy towel and finished drying in the sunshine.  

Wilds of East County

THACK! flap flap

My ears perked up.
flap flap
My humans sat up in bed.

flap flap flap

We peered toward the dark balcony. First up at the trees, and then down at a tiny, dazed, bat with pale fur and shiny little eyes. Quickly, we shut off more lights to help the terrified creature get it's bearing.

My days of walking in the canyon only on weekends have been replaced by living on the edge of one. Multiple times a day we rush around sniffing the pee mail left for us by gophers, coyotes, and king snakes. Birds chatter and soar overhead. Our flowered tree is trying to single-handedly save the world's bees.

The next day, the Mexican free-tailed bat had returned home. Project Wildlife happily accepted our cupcakes anyway.