Posted by on Oct 14, 2019 | 12 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mama, do NOT make me collect bat guano, okay?

Or How Mama Stopped Worrying And  Learned To Love Bat Guano!  YES, bat poo!  (With apologies to Stanley Kubrick and George C. Scott)

I couldn’t believe it on that fateful day that mama FINALLY planted her broad, fave, feve beans but there she was with a little sack of what looked like…well…bat poo in powdered form.

I’m going to hide here so she won’t ask me to help…haha.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hey, did you think she was going to collect it herself from those little upside down creatures?  Not sure they would be amenable to that, probably  drive them batty, haha…but seriously, folks, beans thrive on guano as do most other veggies.

There are lots of bat caves in Texas and mama has been in them.  You do NOT want to stay too long, even though the little cuties are harmless.

Still, a few fly around here occasionally on an autumn night and we go inside!

Mama doesn’t want them in her hair, by accident, but I think they would  be sort of fun as patio lights if they would only glow in the dark!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Loulou, they won’t get in YOUR hair – it’s too short!