Ted has installed amber light bulbs in the fixtures hanging over my kitchen sink. He likes them b/c they give off what he calls “softer light.” It’s what I call the Hannibal Lechter Lair Look. Oh well, he likes them. He’s the one up at 4am. He fixes my kids breakfast and lunch, so that I get to sleep in. He gets to keep the creepy lights. We have at night taken to referring to the Kitchen as the Batcave. Ted will bust out w/ “Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na Batman!” We found a small plastic Batman figurine that has taken up residence in the Dining Room window.
I have never had a bat inside my house, well this house anyway, until last night. Go figure. We’re chillaxing on the deck, listening to tunes, watching the fireflies, wondering why we haven’t really seen any bats. The next thing you know, the youngest spawn comes flying out of the house yelling to Ted that there’s a bat. We look in the windows, and sure enough a bat is flying around. Inside. Ted opens the slider to the Kitchen and out flies the bat. Straight for me. Okay, the eldest spawn informed me after he stopped laughing hysterically at me that it wasn’t really flying anywhere near me. I also learned that if I’m ever attacked at home, it won’t do any good to scream. Not one neighbor took even a mild interest in my welfare. Thanks neighbors. Rufus Dragon took no notice of the bat either. His ass was parked in the A/C, and I don’t think even a big ol’ ham would’ve roused him.
|The Dragon beating the heat.|
5 or 6 tomatillos
a couple of hot chilis (serrano, jalapeno, poblano – you can stick to one type or mix them)
a couple of garlic cloves, unpeeled
Roast the tomatillos, garlic and poblano at 425 degrees until the skin of the tomatillos start to blister and peel. Let cool and take the skins off of the tomatillos, garlic and peppers. Core and de-seed the tomatillos and peppers. Throw that into a food processor or blender with the rest of the ingredients, and pulse until it’s the consistency of salsa verde.
Next…I dunno, but if we have another bat incident I will torch the house and move. I like bats, but they don’t make good bedfellows.