Actually, the flying squirrels leave during the summer -- they don't get along with the bats. So, what have we learned in school today? If it's winter, the noises in the ceiling are the flying squirrels. If it's summer, the noises are the bats. Unlike the cats, I don't have to feed any of them. (And the bats are quite useful at eating their weight in mosquitoes.)

Have I told you about the flamingoes and the rubber squid? (Maybe I just ought to leave well enough alone.)

Good poem, Jeri -- when did you write that one?

Bat Goddess