mooselips

Cece,
You sure do tell good story, I felt like I was in the cellar with you!

Up at camp in Canada, we didn't have an adequate screen on the wood burning stove on the outside chimney, so the poor bats were flying in and landing down the fireplace, until one day I heard the poor critters trying to climb their way out...scratch, scratch, scratch.....Mr. Moose put on gloves and released each one, one by one.
Up close, they're cute little things and so soft.
We put up bathouses we made...now they mostly stay where they belong....

But then again I love anything with fur...