Since The Situation happened in the spring, Lloyd and I have been keeping most of our clothes in the basement. It’s just easier to wash, dry and hang them up there. On Sunday, Lloyd made a trip to his actual closet to get his church clothes and said, “It smells weird in there.” Sure enough, it did. He opened the little door to a section of the attic (not photographed) and it smelled like Death. Specifically, like the dead bat in there. (Not photographed.) Bleh.
(The bat guy took out the vents this past week, so I guess that was an effective move. Trapped bats die.)
My brave farm boy removed the bat, then we opened the windows to vent out the gross air. We also bought some charcoal and spread it all over to absorb the stench. As of now (6 p.m.), everything is fine.
And that’s all I have to say about that.
Kristi says
Bleh. bleh. bleh.
We found a bat hanging at the bottom of our garage siding today. BLEH!!!!